He took a sip of the neon-blue punch. It tasted like regret and electricity. "Postal," he whispered, the word tasting like ash.
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He wasn't a hero. He wasn't even a good man. He was just a guy trying to survive a week in a town that had forgotten how to be human. And as the first stars began to pierce the smog, he knew tomorrow would be exactly the same. Just another day in Paradise. He took a sip of the neon-blue punch
"Milk," the Dude said, placing a crumpled bill on the counter. " he whispered
