especially with two drinks behind you. Maybe another drink would be better; I ought to try to drink as fast as you are, if I am to watch you through the same eyes,

More people coming in now; that boy at the bar is either very tired or very tight; he droops. Perhaps I am drooping a little. If I could, I would eat or go home. What decides this for me? I would look silly flipping a coin by myself.

"Would you like to see a monu?" The waitress materialized from nowhere.

"Yes, please; or, rather, no. I'd like a grilled cheese sandwich and another drink."

"Okay."

My God! They get more polito day by day. Oh well, the sandwich will give me another reason to stay here, although it doesn't seem to be much of a place to stay.

These places lull time away and now it is nearly eight. I keep thinking you are going to drink and stare straight ahead all night. I will have to give in before then I am afraid. I can feel tiredness closing in already. The boy at the bar is definitely tight; he droops more all the time. His coat looks sad, as if it had spent its entire life thrown over stools. The bartender looks the same as he did a month ago, although I overheard a waitress say he was new. Maybe they all look alike?

Can't you feel this room at all? What can anyone think so ardently as to obliterate her surroundings completely? How many years has it been since I could think or dream that well? Work was dull today. It is every day, but today I knew I would have to come here and sit and drink and watch. I didn't expect any diversion as puzzling as you are, my silent compatriot. The people I see are seldom diverting even for a moment, to say nothing of hours. You are sad though not impatient. You show your sadness very clearly but you wear it well. sad, I just look like the boy at the bar: very uncompelling. It is pleasant to see a kind of

When I am very droopy,

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