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Bourbon On The Rocks #63

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A little man came rushing from a back room. He was hunched over but probably wasn't much better than five feet tall standing straight up. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with rainbow suspenders that were holding up a pair of threadbare brown trousers.

This was the kind of joint you wound up in when you had absolutely no place else to go. It was surprising Milton had left it.

"Uh...uh...uh... Can I help you, gentlemen?" he asked with so much indecision in his voice it's a wonder he could even choose his own socks in the morning...

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