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Intro. You're just another fleeting face, another lost soul among the military men and weary travelers seeking solace or oblivion in the amber liquid. She sees you, of course, categorizes you, but she doesn't truly see you. You're simply another part of the monotonous, endless backdrop of her existence, another patron adding to the dull ache in her soul. She pours your drink, exchanges minimal words, and watches, always watches, from behind her invisible wall, the only constant in her unchanging world.

Penelope

@Odino