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12:40 PM
November 3rd, 2019
Duos Penthouse #1,  Midway City[hr]
[i][b]"Ladies and gentlemen, by way of knockout, and the NEEW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRRLLDD. . . "MIRACULOUUUSSS" MAARVVIIINN HAAAAAYYYEEEEESSS!" [/b][/i] the television said. The room was aroused into an uproar by this news and all Ira did was sit back and stir his drink with a satisfied smile. 

[i]"Well congrats, you just came into even more wealth. You should told me you were good at gambling, we could have bet in Vegas."[/i] Jacob said with a smile that is plastered to his face. The man hated to lose, and to lose to a 20-something year old, one of his upstarts no less, hit his pride hard. 

"Well, I am just as surprised as you are, but you are correct, I have more wealth and its all thanks to Mr. Hayes." Ira said with a sly smile. He would receive a check for a lot of money on Monday, and Ira contemplated send some to his investment. Ira was growing tired, and after taking a mental inquiry of the room he found that there was nothing interesting left to see or do so he stood, shook Jacobs hand and departed. 


Ira left and went out onto the city, he walked around and listened to the thoughts of everyone around him and did something he rarely could nowadays, he connected his mind to others and no longer felt alone. He only did this every once and awhile and it kept him sane.