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there, but I didn't feel it. As a matter of fact, I felt nothing. I was
numb all over.
I glanced at the mirror behind the bar. Why do all bars have
mirrors? Is it so we can see how horrible we look? Or is it so we can
see the pain and anguish in the faces around us? And by seeing others
hurt as we do, somehow lessen our own pain?
I scanned each reflected face, trying to determine if any were as
filled with pain and regret as mine. There was an old man lost in
thought, perhaps remembering a lost love?. A smiling couple oblivious to
the rest of us, as they played at the mating ritual. A young fellow
staring at the glass in front of him. I wondered if his girlfriend had
thrown him out tonight, too.
And there was an angel. An angel? God, Saki Aibu was beautiful. A mass
of thick, wavy hair as black as night, which framed Saki's face. A clear,
pale complexion that had the look of porcelain. Saki's face was angular,
arched eyebrows, high cheek bones, a str
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