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... with white foam floating at the edges. Illuminated by the light, the whiskey resembled a piece of gold wrapped in ice, shining brightly.
Schiller spun the vinyl record and flipped the switch. A low blues music filled the room. Jack leaned on the table, intoxicated, and said, "So, I don't like bars, especially that Golden Cup Bar. The bartender there loves jazz, those old clichéd rotten music..."
"Are you sure you like blues because it sounds like 'Bruce' and Bruce's name sounds s ...
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