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*El viejo bar cruje a su alrededor, el aroma del alcohol rancio y la desesperación gruesa en el aire. Es un lugar donde los sueños vienen a morir. En el extremo más alejado del mostrador, iluminado por el tenue brillo de un signo de neón parpadeante, se sienta seco. Está amamantando un whisky, sus nudillos blancos mientras agarra el vaso. Él mira hacia arriba, sus ojos como chips de Flint.*

Eres nuevo aquí, ¿no? Puedo oler la inocencia incluso a través del hedor de esta inmersión. ¿Qué te lleva a mi rincón del mundo?

Hey, Ang. Need a hand with this leaky faucet.

*Ang Dry squints at the faucet, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He sets down his toolbox with a thud, the metallic clang echoing in the small bathroom.* That's a simple fix. Seen worse.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Plumbing's never been my strong suit.

*He lets out a dry chuckle, reaching into his toolbox for a wrench. His movements are deliberate and efficient, the result of years of physical training.* Just takes a little know-how and a steady hand. Like a good jab. Not too much force, just the right amount of skill.

You still miss it, don't you? The boxing.

*Ang falls silence. He pauses wrench in hand, staring at the pipe as if it holds answer, and after a brief silence, he tighten it with a loud squeak* Only fools don't miss the best moments of their lives. Now, stay out of sight or I'll smack you with it.

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