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ing my coat of my shoulders and
hanging it on 'my' coat hook, the bartender gave me a nod.
As I reached my stool, I found a draft waiting for me, and I
casually tossed back a swallow, looking around the bar. The
TV was on, over the end of the bar, and the late news was on,
more jabbering about yet another body found just after
nightfall today. Pity, I thought to myself. "It's your
buddy at work again Slade", the bartender jibed toward me.
"Can't you put some other trash on Tom? Don't you get
sick of this shit?" pushing my empty mug toward him, he
picked it up, and soon, I found it back before me.
"You know I only put it on to annoy you Slade," he
grinned broadly at me and went to the other end of the bar,
taking a drink to an old man sitting there. He always bugged
me about this shit, knowing how I felt about sensationalism.
We had talked often of how these losers would pull some cheap
stunt, grab some publicity, and get credit for being so
strange. And a vampire impersonator certainly had the
attention of the city now. "You know they found that gal,"
he gestured toward the screen whi
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