It was warm in there, and the light was low, it was soft and
yellow. The room smelled of wood
varnish, and yeast, and beer, and wax from white candles. The white candles glowed orange. And there was beer in front of me, the beer flowed, and then it went away again, and people came up and talked, and then they
went away again. Your eyes floated before me, floated by, and then you were
gone too. I had a pain after. And I couldn’t talk all evening, because I was numb.
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