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Tristand Poirier


You feel a heavy smack on your shoulder. A glossy-eyed man with the sea legs of a greenhorn fisherman stands hovering over you. He has a toothless joyful smile and a spider-vein nose. The drunkard's sweaty hand grips your shoulder. His grasp feels like a steel bear trap but without the intent to cause you pain.


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