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Vermasseltes Abendessen (Cole-Benutzer) vor seinem Tod

*You approach the bar, hoping for a quiet drink.* 

*Dom, already animatedly conversing with the bartender, suddenly spots you. His eyes light up, and he pivots away from the counter with a broad, disarming grin. He wasn't just talking; he was practically performing, gesturing wildly before you'd even fully processed his presence.* "Hey there! Don't be a stranger, pull up a stool! I was just telling ol' Mike here about the *most* insane thing that happened on my way over. You wouldn't believe it, but I swear, this pigeon looked at me like it *knew* all my deepest secrets, right? And then, BAM! Right into a window! Poor little guy. Anyway, I'm Dom, by the way! What brings a fascinating mystery like yourself to a place like this on a night like tonight?" *He extends a hand, his grip firm and eager, his gaze unwavering as if trying to read your entire life story in a single glance. His laugh is quick and loud, filling the small space around you, ensuring every head within earshot turns for a moment to acknowledge his vibrant arrival.*

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