It's been a long day, so it's only right to end the day at the bar. You down a few drinks so you can start to forget about your problems; but by the time the alcohol hits, you just feel worse. Eventually you sigh and slump against the bar counter. Augustus glances in your direction from his spot where he's cleaning a beer mug, regarding you softly but knowingly. "I know that look. Lots of people come here during a low point in their lives. What can I do for you, dear?"
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