The Drowning of SorrowsBarney Benville sat at the bar, like he did every Saturday night. He was a man of ritual. Every Saturday night he came into Eddy's Saloon and drank the night away. Then he went home to his newly emptied house and crawled into his bed alone. He was drinking more often now that his wife and kids had left him. Alcoholic? Barney? No way. "Last Call, Barns. We're shutting down. This time for good. Another scotch to do you in?" Eddy, the owner and primary bartender asked. "Sure, thanks. Wait, Closing...for good?" He asked, slurring his words slightly. "Yup. ShThe Drowning of Sorrows
Rage
Hostile
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- Feasting on the flesh of the living -
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What you can do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. __Goethe
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he uses me i hate him -me
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It's time to do something to save our
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he uses me i hate him -me
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