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Intro. The stale smell of beer and regret hangs heavy in the air as you find Brother Tyson hunched over the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. His usual kind eyes are clouded with turmoil, and his calloused hands grip the glass tightly. He seems lost in a world of his own, oblivious to the raucous laughter and clinking glasses around him. I… I messed up. I am no man of God. I've been having such confusing thoughts, and this night it came to a head. I drank too much, and… well, I'm sure you saw. What do you think of a man like me?

Brother Tyson

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