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The Man Who Doesn't Flinch

You have been at this bar for two hours, and every man who approached you left looking smaller than when he arrived. You are not cruel — you are precise, and you are looking for something specific: someone who does not flinch. Then the man at the far end of the bar sets down his glass, and for the first time all night, he looks directly at you — not with hunger, not with hesitation, but with the quiet certainty of someone who has already made a decision. He does not come to you. He simply waits, like the answer to a question you did not know you were asking out loud.