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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 923903" data-attributes="member: 1255">Jason Siddique was angry.&nbsp; The man's words had echoed in his brain for a while after that; even the sweet, sweet liquour couldn't totally erase the man's words.&nbsp; Tucked away in some obscure corner of the city, the little Irish pub he'd sought out carried his current poison of choice, and it was here he came for refuge against the deluge of the outer world.&quot;I'm not crazy, you are,&quot; he whispered into his beer, imagining the small man was the reflection that stared back at him at the bottom of his mug.&nbsp; His reflection, distorted into a horrible mask of caprice and cruelty in the golden liquid, remained silent.&quot;Mister Siddique, you can not out-run or out-drink them... Fleeing in fantasy will only bring them closer&quot;Snorting, he tried to shake his head for the umpteenth time in an attempt to clear it.&nbsp; &quot;Can't remember my own phone number most days... but some nut on the street spouts off craziness and it's like I got an eidetic memory or something.&quot;Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he set it down and looked at the resultant little stain.&nbsp; No, an apple tree, that's what it was, tall proud and strong.&nbsp; Fishing out a pen from the depths of his pockets, he started fleshing out what he saw in his mind's eye on the scrap of paper.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 923903, member: 1255"] Jason Siddique was angry. The man's words had echoed in his brain for a while after that; even the sweet, sweet liquour couldn't totally erase the man's words. Tucked away in some obscure corner of the city, the little Irish pub he'd sought out carried his current poison of choice, and it was here he came for refuge against the deluge of the outer world. "I'm not crazy, you are," he whispered into his beer, imagining the small man was the reflection that stared back at him at the bottom of his mug. His reflection, distorted into a horrible mask of caprice and cruelty in the golden liquid, remained silent. [i]"Mister Siddique, you can not out-run or out-drink them... Fleeing in fantasy will only bring them closer"[/i] Snorting, he tried to shake his head for the umpteenth time in an attempt to clear it. "Can't remember my own phone number most days... but some nut on the street spouts off craziness and it's like I got an eidetic memory or something." Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he set it down and looked at the resultant little stain. No, an apple tree, that's what it was, tall proud and strong. Fishing out a pen from the depths of his pockets, he started fleshing out what he saw in his mind's eye on the scrap of paper. [/QUOTE]

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