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There was that feeling rising again. Bejo was trying to ignore it, not refusing to give into his anger. He would be no better than those beasts. And he was not one of them. Without much thought he grabbed the empty beer bottle and smashed it, inadvertly hurting his palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth, pretending his hand wasn't injured. He briefly locked eyes with someone before looking away.
"Just keep walking, nothing to see here."















