The light is always white in Manchester. 

Steak tastes like water.

"Three beers and—what do you want?"

Steak tastes like water.

I only had one good meal in Manchester.

Steak tastes like water.

"Did you notice how everyone has all these tattoos?"

Steak tastes like water.

Everyone looks like they're trying too hard in Manchester.

Steak tastes like water.

"So what do you think?"

Steak tastes like water.

My mind has never been so blank as staring at the sky in Manchester.

Steak tastes like water.

"It's...Okay. It's Okay."

Steak tastes like water.

I'm pretty sure it's never night in Manchester.

Steak tastes like water.

"Are you doing okay?"

Steak tastes like water.

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