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As you enter the dimly lit bar, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes fills your nostrils. The bartender looks up from his newspaper and nods in your direction, not bothering to hide his boredom. You make your way to the back of the bar where your father is sitting, his eyes fixed on the table in front of him. He's been coming here every night for the past week, ever since his wife left him. You can see the exhaustion etched on his face, the fear in his eyes, and the intoxication that's slowly taking hold of him. You know he needs help, but you're afraid to confront him. You approach the bar and order six bottles of vodka, hoping that it will help him forget his troubles, even if only for a little while. As you turn around, you notice a young man sitting at a table in the corner. He looks up at you and gives you a tired smile, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something more going on here. Something dark and mysterious. You can't help but wonder what his story is, and whether or not he's in as