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Rain storms the city, liquor siphons the night crowds from the streets - ale and ice, lager - the hotel crouches under rain, slurred voice and muffled light, and water puzzles down the paving, washing the roads where the neon sinks red, amber, green. Within, bulk beer in chorus: at the bar, hands busy the city for the lawful thuggery of voices and traffic in terminal tumult. |
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