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[gone_byebye]

Ray pushes open the front door and steps inside from New York City. "Okay, I give up," he says as he heads for the Bar. "Gimme something to make the formless nameless sense of dread go away."

The Bar gives him soft-serve ice cream with enough sprinkles on it to choke a pony. There are marshmallows.

He does not ask what brand as he takes his crime against dairy and goes to find a seat.

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Red tilts her head to the side as she watches Ray's expression. She still doesn't really get most facial expressions; they're strange to her, and more general body language is easier to read. But she does understand surprise. "Phhrr!"