THE DAILY GRIND

You pound the table in frustration, desperately trying to remember the name Maggie went by when she came to Bay City. It's no good. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is gibberish.

Brett rushes over with a tablecloth and reams you out for all the coffee you spilled with your pounding. You apologize and buy Maggie and Tomas a fresh round. While appreciative, Maggie won't tell you anything.

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