The scene was just as he had remembered, though he had so fervently expected something to be different. Janson was holding court over the pool table, guffawing and gesticulating as he shot. Robbins smoked at the bar and harangued the government.
He sat at the end of the bar and the truth was, it was comforting to be back in a place so unchanging. None of the men and women he had chattered with so often would recognize him now, but as he gazed around it struck him that though he had changed, it was nice that others had not.
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