A silent wisper lifts the man's head not but an inch from the table he sat at in the corner of a smoke filled room. The slightest twitch seems to but his head in a funnel sinsation. A women walks past and notices the gentlman looking as if he has drank to much. She leans over to see if the man is still coherent. I'm just trying to regather myself the man says with a horse like mumble. He thinks to himself, how long has it been since I'v spoken?
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