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... Again.
His face was buried in a mug like it had personally wronged him. Beer dripped down his chin, his golden hair sticking to his forehead like he’d just come out of a shampoo commercial filmed in hell.
This was the same tavern old Alexander used to visit. Same wooden chairs, same cheap beer smell, same barmaid with big tits pretending not to notice him staring.
Except now, there was one big difference.
Old Alexander was dead.
New Alex was here.
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