Nadia set her glass down on the bar. She rolled her eyes, "you're barking up the wrong tree, boy." She looked over to Pascal with a look as she ran a finger along the rim of her glass. "You know, now that I'm thinking about it," she said, "I don't understand why she's so depressed; I wish my husband would go off to war and not return." She took in the last gulp of her drink before signaling to the bartender for another.
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