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Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.
Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.
Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.
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He rubs his eyes.
"No concern of mine anymore, anyway. He hates me."
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"Sorry to hear that. But people can say things they don't mean when angry or upset."
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"Sorry. I shouldn't be whining about all this."
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"I just...I don't know what to do here without him..."
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He sips his orange juice. "I'm sure there will be others. It's a big bar."
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He rubs his eyes again, wearily, disgusted with his own sappiness.
"You're right. I've got to just get over it."
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He watches Castle. "You look exhausted. May I suggest you try and sleep on it? Things always look a little clearer in the morning, and earning yourself a collossal hangover will make you feel ten times worse."
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He goes over to the bar and comes back with a pint of water. "And you might want to drink this before you go. You'll feel better in the morning if you're not as dehydrated."
His pager bleeps. "And with that, I have to run. Good luck."