Existential Drift in the Rust Belt

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The bar was called The Last Round, and it was the kind of place where the beer was warm and the music was worse. Rick O'Brien sat at the counter on a Tuesday night in October 2019, nursing a beer he did not want and watching the dust motes drift through the single beam of light that managed to penetrate the grime on the window. He had been a boxer once. Not a champion - champions do not come...

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