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agoodmusekickinMike stands behind Bar. His need for constant movement being sated by the various and sundry tasks assigned to him as the Barman.
His brother, Raph, is seated on one of the barstools with his head in his hands and his elbows propped up on Bar's top.
"Raph, You can't keep doing this."
"Doin' what?:
"Hiding out in a world that's not yours for a woman you can't really have, hoping for some idyllic future that'll never really going to happen."
The bald man's face turns slightly so as to fix the younger with a rather pointed glare.
"Oh. Right. Yeah. Touche."
His brother, Raph, is seated on one of the barstools with his head in his hands and his elbows propped up on Bar's top.
"Raph, You can't keep doing this."
"Doin' what?:
"Hiding out in a world that's not yours for a woman you can't really have, hoping for some idyllic future that'll never really going to happen."
The bald man's face turns slightly so as to fix the younger with a rather pointed glare.
"Oh. Right. Yeah. Touche."
