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[h2][b][i]EPISODE 1: OLD FRIENDS, NEW FIENDS[/i][/b][/h2]
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[u][url=https://i.ibb.co/CzKSLCz/19091870-3-B0-A-42-DD-8030-BA159-D8-D0-C22.jpg]Salvatore Grossman[/url][/u], or “Sal” as he preferred, wiped away at the greasy bar, the moist rag he used wiping up sticky stains and crumbs of food. He hummed to himself as a light jazz tune played on the overhead speakers. He looked around his establishment absently as he stepped back from the bar and dropped the dirty rag into the nearby sink with a [i]plop[/i].

The bar was currently empty, aside from himself of course. Any other time this would disatisfy him, not having any customers present. However, since he was expecting someone special, he didn’t mind at all, this once anyway. He glanced at the clock on the far wall, one thirty-two it said. His friend said that he would be in sometime today for a visit, so Sal expected him anytime from noon to four to show up. [i]”And I’ll come calling in the high of tonight,”[/i] Sal sang as as he placed a bottle and two shot glasses on the splinter-ridden bar [i],”and when I sing my song dear Mella, don’t you weep tonight...”[/i]