I watched from under my flat-cap as the love of my life marched across the uneven floorboards of O'Sullivan's Pub, winded through the warm bodies and clouds of smoke, shoved her way out the door, out of my life forever. It was the worst thing that could ever happen. Or so I thought then. I had no idea. Ha! In that moment, the delectation around me felt distant; like I was no longer in the body that sat slumped over a sticky counter-top; like I was off the beaten track, falling into a desolate world with no music. . . no laughter. . . only the sound of wind. That's where things started to go skew.
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