Paulaner

Falling debris, crashing bridge, and all the other objects of fear are far and unreal. Nothing scars like words words words.

So maybe a silence and Paulaner. As it is wont to work, draft dries tears.
Bartender: Are you waiting for someone?
Me: No.
(Yes.)

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