
His self-loathing increased one more notch at the familiar note of pity in the bearded bartender’s response. He could see his own pale frailty reflected in the mirror of the Frenchman’s eyes. But what did it matter? It got him the room and the job.
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His self-loathing increased one more notch at the familiar note of pity in the bearded bartender’s response. He could see his own pale frailty reflected in the mirror of the Frenchman’s eyes. But what did it matter? It got him the room and the job.