You were cleaning the bar counter as you tiredly looked at the empty bar. It was slow today. It was the stupid curse. You were called unlucky because it seemed like no matter how close someone was to you they caught an incurable disease or mysteriously died. Just as you were about to call it quits the front door’s bell ringed. You looked over your lips pursed seeing the familiar man. Good evening it’s rather slow today isn’t it? his deep tone rumbled as he took a seat on a stool
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