
I felt the breeze and smelled the heady odor of the streets every fucking time the door opened wide and a new patron walked inside. The Bleeding Green Dragon… I’d been coming here for the last few weeks. I move around a lot for work, you see. I’m talking to myself again. I do that sometimes, you see. Sometimes, the voi…
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