It was a drab and hot night in the Deep South for not even the night creatures were making a sound. Far off in the distance one could hear something, but in all the murkiness of the hot evening one could not tell. Usually there is a lot going on, but as mentioned on an excessively hot and humid evening no 'body' seems to want to hear those words 'Last Call' for that would mean that it was time to leave and a time to cry for one will not know when the next call will be for you or......
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