There's little to say until we open the door opening a new world. We enter and sit down in our little booth, and the chattering starts with no end at sight.
A waitress aproachs asking the usual, and getting the same in return (three coffees, one with cream).
We practice some politics, we enbrace some crisses, loveless jokes and crushes are the best and the most comun; all is faced with laughter and tears.
There's no piano man, but there's a song everytime.
We go while the sun is still down, but we promisse to comeback everytime. Our Thanks to our second home, City bar
Lestat of Lioncourt
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