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I watched the crowds passively as they passed on my right, ignored cat calls from behind me, and kept a straight back in my semi-depressive state, immune to outside interaction from those that were unknown to me, my heterochromian eyes glazing over as I waited for time to pass, before straightening myself up into a standing position once more, and walking over to one of those professional bars, one that only carried small volumes of liquor, so that people with weak livers didn't complain about them. I went in and paid for a neat scotch, since they didn't really provide any specialty drinks as I'd wished, left downing it to no avail, since I regurgitated it immediately afterwards. After that display, which, thankfully no one sober saw, I made my way down back toward the bridge, and jumped up on the bar that separated the bridge from open air, and slowly walked along the smooth metal bar, before turning towards the bridge, removing my shirt and skirt, revealing my red and black cut-out bikini underneath, before reverse swan-diving into the water, meeting the waters. I rose toward the surface, knowing the water could not kill me. I dove back under the water, and stayed under for a while, letting time pass around me before rising again. People seemed worried, or if they were mages, unconcerned but amused. People eventually dissipated, and I was left alone to my swim.
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