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It was a run down place. Small at its best. It smelt of beer and cigars. Many stools lined the bar, they were ripped and torn from how many times they've been sat on.
The lights were always dim and the air was cloudy with smoke.

But there it sat, the one chair to the far left of the bar, right below a race car painted ceiling tile. That's where he sat. That's where it all started and where it should have ended

"He knew if he had a soul, it belonged to her and only her."

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