[I turn at the sound of the word "Brother," uttered in a voice that never failed to raise the hairs on my neck. Oh hell, it was him. I was tired, suddenly, of the ghosts of the past. Of lovers who haunt you with their memories and enemies that failed to stay dead.]
[I really wished I had a smoke at the moment. But the liquor will have to do. There. Now I can deal with him.]
Liquid. What's a bastard like you doing in a nice place like this?
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[I really wished I had a smoke at the moment. But the liquor will have to do. There. Now I can deal with him.]
Liquid. What's a bastard like you doing in a nice place like this?