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  Descido a voltar a sua boa forma, o homem se levantou do sofá, vestiu uma calça jeans e uma camisa com uma jaqueta. Pegou suas chaves e foi em direção ao bar onde era acostomado ir. Estacionou e logo entrou no lugar. O cheiro de whisky junto à fumaça de charutos entraram em seu ser fazendo-o sorrir. Oh... Era aquilo que ele precisava. Sentou-se no balcão e apenas disse. - Uma dose dupla de whisky, por favor. 

Yuna had been up for days. Her mind wouldn't stop reeling, go or stay, love or hold back, keep breathing or just stop all together. But the question that had visited her mind most often was, where have they all gone? All the children that once occupied the circus all over and filled it with laughter Yuna dreamed of having one of her own someday? The limber, pretty girls who sat and pretended to be happy but inside were breaking away piece by piece, but Yuna didn't mind to cheer them up if they would go with her? The young, handsome men looking for fun? Yuna wouldn't really admit she missed seeing men around, but it just wasn't right. Someone she missed the most was Ella. She had wandered her way into the Whiplash tent and was sitting on Ella's couch. "I wish you would have at least said goodbye," she half-smiled. "Even if you really never cared." Yuna laid her head on the armrest of the couch, sighing a little bit and looking around at the mostly bare dressing room, then closing her eyes, only to hear footsteps short after.