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I noticed many people seemed to be stewing about something today. Maybe this place wasn't the heaven it could have been, but you could have all but lit up New York City with all the angry energy snapping around the room.

I decided to keep my nose out of it, as long as no one pulled me into whatever tense situation was happening, it wasn't my business.

I sat at the counter and wished I could get warm again. On the counter before me was sitting a hot toddy, but for some reason it didn't look entirely appealing. One benefit to being dead, I supposed, was that you didn't have to eat or drink. If you were stuck in a bar, this became a decided plus.

Out of habit, while I sit at the bar, my back is not toward the room but rather to the bartender. Unless the joint is really crooked, that's the last place you'd get attacked from. So I end up watching everyone else.