It's a busy bar, filled with all the worst kinds of faces you'd never hope to see in one room. Gnarled grimaces, sun-burnt skin, bodies weathered beyond their years.
And, in the midst of them, a fella in black. He glares at Gene from behind his hand of cards.
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And, in the midst of them, a fella in black. He glares at Gene from behind his hand of cards.