[ he takes a drink, leaning heavily against the bar, his bent knee presses against the glass, and he tries to think about what it would be like to be dead for good.
it's hard to imagine. he doesn't remember all the times he died.
then he sighs and sags, resting his head against his hand and staring morosely into his drink. ]
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[ he takes a drink, leaning heavily against the bar, his bent knee presses against the glass, and he tries to think about what it would be like to be dead for good.
it's hard to imagine. he doesn't remember all the times he died.
then he sighs and sags, resting his head against his hand and staring morosely into his drink. ]
I miss him.