Danny knew things would have been different if he was rich, but being poor and without money. It's all these people cares about. His body shook with anger and despair. He walk to the bar just outside of town. The money still clamped in his hand. His mind kept replaying what had happened to him. As he enters the bar, a couple of lifers looked curiously at him. He sits down at the nearest chair. “What can I get you?” the bartender stood in front of him. “What happened to your face?” “A bitch,” he suddenly snarl smacking the money on the counter. “Mild…hard…harsh…” the big man asks. “Huh,” Danny looked openly confused. “I got you, dude.” Danny watch him place a Beer in front of him. The door opened behind him. The rowdy footballers enter. He reached for his bottle of beer and took a giant swallow. He instantly chokes making the men close to him laughed softly. “Buy us a brandy and talk to us, boy.” The two men comes and sits down on both sides of him. He shrugs his shoulders befor
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