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*Trevor sits slumped over his stein of ale in a dingy corner of a rundown tavern. His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushed from the amount of alcohol he has consumed. His mind, however, is still sharp as he listens to the other patrons chatter*
"Fuck.. I need another drink.."
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