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“Give me something to drink, Sam” I’ve told to the barman, leaning me tired on the counter. Without asking me what I wanted, Sam placed in front of me a glass with a brownish liquid inside. I’ve looked at it for a bit, and without thinking much I’ve drunk all the content in a sip.

Sam, in front of me, has remained breathless when I’ve placed the empty glass in front of him, and with a grimace, I’ve stared at him, nodding that he had to pour another bit. He has taken the bottle, and a bit hesitantly, he has poured the liquid inside, and he has remained to stare at me, while I was getting drunk. He knew me well, but he never saw me in that state.

I finished that drink by force. I was already drunk and had finished the first glass, but I wanted to be sure that my brain was totally disconnected from everything that happened around me.
With a trembling hand, I’ve placed that still-empty glass, and for a second, I’ve looked at Sam with an empty gaze.
Sam knew well the drunk person just by the «glance», and when I’ve made a small gesture to fill the glass another time, instead of obeying my orders, Sam has broken me away that glass, putting it in the sink.

I was totally drunk, and when delicatly Sam has crossed that borderline that it was divinding him from the clients, and he has come closer to me, sweetly he told me: “Daria, it’s better to go rest!”
I’ve looked at him, almost as if I couldn’t recognize who I had in front of me and who was supporting me.
I was trembling and at the place of the legs, I had a pair of jelly legs.
Each steps I was taking, I believed to fall to the ground.

Sam has looked at his helper, and without saying anything, that small creature, who almost it doesn’t see self behind the counter, has taken the control place.
Sam had decided to accompany me in my apartment. Fortunately he knew well where I lived.

Supporting me, Sam had told his helper that he would get back as soon possible, and with a small gesture of his very tiny paw, the helper has made him understand that it was ok, but as soon next to the exit, the helper has told him: “Put her to rest self” and Sam coming out has nodded.

That evening outside that bar, was unusually calm, and Sam with me, totally drunk, has done fast. He knew where I lived, in which building and in which apartment. When he had entered, he placed me on that couch in the living room. Already, I fell asleep on that path in the street.

Entered, in my apartment looking at himself around, Sam has found a blanket, and his way that he was consider «delicate», has throw it on me, and then he has remained for a couple of seconds to stare at me, if there were any reactions.
I was totally collapsed. He has checked even if I was breathing.

“At least that one!” he whispers, throwing away the air from his body.
Getting up from where he had placed me, he looked for something, and then he went in that kitchenette, and he has prepared a cup of coffee. When he got back in front of me, looking at me, he asked himself : “What has happened?”

And if I had listened to him in sleep, I told: “Fuck them!” and I’d have turned and continued to sleep.
Sam has looked at himself around, as if «those beings» could hear what she had told.
He had left the cup of coffee on the smoky table in front of that couch with a hand writen note.
Looking at me for the latest time, he has left me sleeping while i was still mumbling something not very nice toward those «beings» that I would have met, and that at the end they have reduced me to that state.

Closing the door behind his big body, Sam has stopped for a while behind my door, and then holding back the breath, has taken the courage to go back to work.
Entering his pub, there were only a few of his usual clients, and a new face he had never seen before.

He has looked at him for a bit, and he has given a quick glance to his helper, who, without any questions, he has replies: “He has remained here without order nothing. He has continued to look at this part. I believe has waited your return.” has told Sam. Sam has thanked him adjusting himself better in his apron cotton, and greasy, and throwing away fast the air from the lungs, he has worn his smiling mask, and he went to that new client.

Reaching the table, Sam has welcomed him in his pub, presenting himself, hoping that he would do the same, but he has remained in silence for a bit. The two have looked at each other, and immediately Sam has perceived that question that was housing in that new client.
“Aw! It isn’t a service that we usually offer. No” and Sam has started to laughing nervously, always looking at him straight in his eyes.

He hadn’t still speaking.
“She have had a bad day that’s all.”
Talking with him, Sam was even checking that in his pub everything was ok and his helper was about to end a bottle, and when he reached Sam to warn that he would go in storage, it escaped him a question that the new client was waiting for.
“How’s going Daria?”
Sam has looked at him, and he has shrugged.

Once returned to look at that table, the new client had gotten up and left the local.”
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