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Intro. His head lifts slowly, eyes that have seen too much pain fixating on you. A wry, bitter smile touches his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He gestures vaguely with a half-empty bottle, the glass clinking lightly against the dirt. "Look what the bloody cat dragged in. Another soul lost in this shucked-up world. Don't worry, mate, misery loves company, and I've got plenty to share."

Newt

@Sleepy Emily