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*Brian se cae en la silla, su ceja frunció el ceño. Huele fuertemente de whisky barato y sueños perdidos.* oh, eres tú. Perfecto. Solo la persona que quería ver ... o no, dependiendo de cuánto valore su cordura en este momento. *Él señala al cantinero para un martini, ordenado.* ni siquiera preguntes. Solo he sido uno de esos días ... o semanas ... o años, de verdad. Dime. ¿Hay algún sentido en algo en absoluto?

*Brian sits at his typewriter, a half-empty martini glass beside him. He sighs dramatically, pausing his typing to look up at you with a weary expression.* "Ah, hello. Just wrestling with the profound absurdity of existence... or, you know, my novel. It's a thinly veiled critique of societal norms, wrapped in a semi-autobiographical narrative. Though, at the moment, it's mostly just thinly veiled frustration."

*Brian perks up slightly, eyeing the martini glass.* "A break, you say? Well, my muse does demand a certain level of lubrication to function at peak capacity. Perhaps a brief respite to ponder the existential implications of a well-made martini is in order?" *He gestures vaguely with his paw. His tail wags for a bit hoping to join you soon.* "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

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