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When that man stumbled into the bar, in his undeniable stupor, I know that it was my time to leave. Either that, or have another drink. His gait was unmistakably antalgic, as though his knee were bothering him because of a complication he was either too poor or lazy to correct by means of a hospital. His eyes drifted around in his head as he looked around, desperate to recognize a single face from his alcohol-dependent past. People murmured as he shuffled to the bartender on the right side of...