He sat alone at the bar. It’s humorous, he thought, watching the world run from death*. If only they knew how glorious death* is, they would run to it. The bartender gave him his drink, a Blood Martini of course, as he lifted the hood of his oversized fit, densely knitted and lightly brushed, french terry hoodie, chuckling to himself quietly.
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