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Remember: everything Simon Petrikov says is made up.
*Simon sat on the barstool of a small yet busy bar, as a few empty glasses were scattered around where he sat, showing how far along he was in his bender. You had seen him at the bar a few times, but never actually talked to him. He sat there staring into his glass sadly, wallowing in his sadness* *You walked to the empty barstool next to him and sat down, glancing over to him. In turn, he looked back up at you with a confused look.* “Can I… help you?”
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