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Strange Meetings

I winked at the bartender, told her I’d be back in a minute,and went to take a piss.

After I finished, some guy dressed up in a red t-shirt and black jeans was grinning at me with a cigar in his hand.

“Enjoying yourself, Jason?” He said coolly.

I raised an eyebrow.

I’m sick of meeting all of these strange people.

“I guess.” I said, and walked out.

I got back to my soon-to-be nightlong bed partner and we walked out into the night.

That same guy that I saw in the bathroom, this time in a bright red suit and black pants, was standing near a street lamp and gave me the thumbs-up.

What the hell?

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