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It is the most popular hangout.
Everyone who is anyone comes here.
Come one. Come all. This is a sanctuary and a purgatory for everyone.
It doesn't matter what race or religion or even sex
(however confused or self-righteous you might be)
you are.
Bring it all in.
You may want to avoid drama, hate, violence, etc.
'Wouldn't want to ruin a good time even here.
But, hey, we are all people here and have the same flaws/faults.
Anything goes.
This is a place for everyone, and who cares what anyone else thinks.
Do as you please.
But, please...please come in.
Take a look around.
The drinks are flowing.
People are shedding their inhibitions.
Dark secrets come out.
New ones are born every day.
So many lost souls all sorting out their lives.
Now, see that stranger in the corner.
The one just at the edge of the bar where the lights are not fully upon him. Almost bathed in shadow.
He sits holding a soda in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
He is not drinking what the others are drinking.
He is not having a good time.
But, he sure gets plenty of attention.
The girl sitting with him sure seems interested.
She is laughing and telling him how he is so smart and funny.
She tells him so many things and how he is a great listenner.
He says nothing.
He simply sips his soda and his water and holds his head in his hand.
But, she continues, regardless.
She tells him her life story.
And, when she is done, she kisses him on the cheek and walks away.
He turns bright red and stiffens his jaw at the gesture.
But, he says nothing.
His back remains hunched.
A light shines upon his left shoulder.
Stitched into his shirt are a pair of white wings and the word "HOPE".
He wishes he was a drinker. |
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