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Only a bit cause my fingers are cold...

I knocked on the bar and pointed to a bottle on the shelf... And as O'Malley poured me out a drink, I sniffed and crossed myself... My hand decided that the time was nye and for a moment, it slipped from view, when it returned it burned with confidence anew... The rumble from under my steely fist made all the glasses jangle... When I shot him I was so handsome... It was the light it was the angle...