Running. Always running. First it's life. Then the voices. Then the bottle, and throughout it all, the people. Settle down and for an instant, things look good, only to go up in flames once more. And then it's on the run again. Always running.
I think you should know I am this close to just headbutting you across the table.
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They're ornate, sure. Opulent, even. But they reek of new money. They are gaudy, not refined at all, and lack all form of elegance or restraint.