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Jan 2013
An alcoholic struggles to find inner peace.
His seat curved to his figure.
Beer and buffalo wings plaster the walls with their aroma.
The lights are dim. Intimate.
A quiet understanding is there amongst patrons.
Life is a disease cured by a drink.
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Showman  Connecticut
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   Joe, Chrys Pages and Taru Marcellus
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