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He
approached
it
,
giving
his
head
a
little
shake
of
bewilderment
as
he
did
so
.
It
was
like
that
day
on
the
playground
when
…
but
there
was
no
sense
in
thinking
about
that
.
Still
he
could
have
sworn
he
had
seen
those
bottles
,
vaguely
,
it
was
true
,
the
way
you
see
the
darkened
shapes
of
furniture
in
a
room
where
the
curtains
have
been
drawn
.
Mild
glints
on
glass
.
The
only
thing
that
remained
was
that
smell
of
beer
,
and
Jack
knew
that
was
a
smell
that
faded
into
the
woodwork
of
every
bar
in
the
world
after
a
certain
period
of
time
,
not
to
be
eradicated
by
any
cleaner
invented
.
Yet
the
smell
here
seemed
sharp
…
almost
fresh
.
He
sat
down
on
one
of
the
stools
and
propped
his
elbows
on
the
bar
’
s
leathercushioned
edge
.
At
his
left
hand
was
a
bowl
for
peanuts
-
now
empty
,
of
course
.
The
first
bar
he
’
d
been
in
for
nineteen
months
and
the
damned
thing
was
dry
-
just
his
luck
.
All
the
same
,
a
bitterly
powerful
wave
of
nostalgia
swept
over
him
,
and
the
physical
craving
for
a
drink
seemed
to
work
itself
up
from
his
belly
to
his
throat
to
his
mouth
and
nose
,
shriveling
and
wrinkling
the
tissues
as
it
went
,
making
them
cry
out
for
something
wet
and
long
and
cold
.
He
glanced
at
the
shelves
again
in
wild
,
irrational
hope
but
the
shelves
were
just
as
empty
as
before
.
He
grinned
in
pain
and
frustration
.
His
fists
,
clenching
slowly
,
made
minute
scratchings
on
the
bar
’
s
leather
-
padded
edge
.
"
Hi
,
Lloyd
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
little
slow
tonight
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
Lloyd
said
it
was
.
Lloyd
asked
him
what
it
would
be
.
"
Now
I
’
m
really
glad
you
asked
me
that
,
"
Jack
said
,
"
really
glad
.
Because
I
happen
to
have
two
twenties
and
two
tens
in
my
wallet
and
I
was
afraid
they
’
d
be
sitting
there
until
sometime
next
April
.
There
isn
’
t
a
Seven
-
Eleven
around
here
,
would
you
believe
it
?
And
I
thought
they
had
Seven
-
Elevens
on
the
fucking
moon
.
"
Lloyd
sympathized
.
"
So
here
’
s
what
,
"
Jack
said
.
"
You
set
me
up
an
even
twenty
martinis
.
An
even
twenty
,
just
like
that
,
kazang
.
One
for
every
month
I
’
ve
been
on
the
wagon
and
one
to
grow
on
.
You
can
do
that
,
can
’
t
you
?
You
aren
’
t
too
busy
?
"
Lloyd
said
he
wasn
’
t
busy
at
all
.
