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It's the tail end of Clint's birthday. He and Gabriel are both drunk. Last bar, close enough to last call... and Clint's just enough like 'someone Gabriel once knew' to temporarily blur the lines.
( You're not alone. Never alone. Just me. Alone, alone, alone above a... I can't remember. )
( You're not alone. Never alone. Just me. Alone, alone, alone above a... I can't remember. )