As Usual like every night, Ialgo was slouching at the same bar stool he sat at every night at Gaston’s House in the mist of cranky legs, loud slurring voices or the wasted men, and the smell of beer, rum, whisky and tequila. He felt tired and bored, “Tonight is just like any other night at this bar”, he thought to himself. That night was actually different than the other visits Ialgo had made in the past. Just before Ialgo made his mind to leave and go back home, Gaston made an announcement. “Gentlemen”, Gaston proudly shouted, “I have a treat for all of who is here, an addition...
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