[ WP ] Write a story where the first sentence means something totally different than the last by the end of the story .

`` She's the most beautiful women in the world,'' the man sitting next to me in the tavern's bar leaned close and whispered when he caught me looking at her across the room. `` The men here would do anything to get close to her.'' 
 
 I did n't see it. From what I could see she was n't anything special. Not ugly by any means, but not someone who would turn heads walking down the street. When I glanced the man's eyes, something a trader is apt to do when dealing, there was no hint of sarcasm or dishonesty. This man truly believed she was the most beautiful woman alive. It did n't help that there were several men fawning over this woman, smiling incessantly, laughing at every little joke, and never taking their eyes off her. As if they could n't be happier just because they were in here presence. 
 
 Maybe standards were a bit lower out in this little podunk village in the middle of nowhere. I've heard all sorts of talk from the villagers about how their town had the most beautiful women around, but that's usually because the women were in earshot of their husbands or they just liked to brag. 
 
 This woman was n't anything special, though. Shaggy, dirty brown hair which rested on her shoulders, dark bags under her eyes, and looked as if she'd snap in half if the wind came through a bit strong. The barmaid was more beautiful by far, but it was as if all the men could n't even see her. I doubt she minds, it's probably a nice change not being groped and catcalled at all night. 
 
 Oh well, it's not my problem and I'd rather not cause any problems as I might have to make my way through this town on the way back, so I just turn and smile at the man on my left, it was n't till I started turning back that I noticed it. On the man's neck were two scars, faint from time but still noticeable. A wave of panic washed over me and I quickly turned back to my drink to calm myself. I could n't make it obvious that I saw. 
 
 `` Another drink, trader?'' A deep voice interrupted my thoughts, nearly causing me to jump out of my seat. 
 
 I looked up and saw the barkeep gesturing towards my now empty cup. Quickly, I put on a calm face and looked up to him, `` Nah, I think this'll be all for me.'' A quick glance at his neck made it difficult to stay calm, he had them too. `` Got ta leave early in the morning and all.'' It seemed like an eternity for him to respond, as I struggled to keep eye contact with him and not make a break for the door. Thankfully he just nodded and went to tend to another patron at the bar. 
 
 Afraid to even glance at the woman who had likely infected the minds of most, if not all, of the men of this town, I got up slowly and patted the shoulder of the man by my side. `` I'm off, friend. Was nice chatting with ya,'' I said, trying my hardest not to let the panic reach my voice. The walk to the door seemed far longer than it had when I walked to the bar. After every step I expected someone to reach out and stop me. 
 
 After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the door and made it outside. As soon as the door shut out the sound from the bar, I let out a deep sigh of relief. I was n't out of the woods yet, though. I rushed to the inn to gather my goods and get out of town before anything else could happen. As much as I wanted to burst through the door to the inn and barrel up the stairs to my room, I realized anyone here could be infected by her and I had to be careful, so I slowed to what I hoped looked like a calm walk and casually entered the inn. Thankfully the main room was empty save for the innkeep and I made it upstairs and to my room without any problems. 
 
 Suddenly my arms and legs were so heavy. Must be my body finally crashing from all that excitement. I did have a long day on the road. Glancing over I saw the most comfortable bed I had ever laid eyes on. You know, I could be mistaken. Those were n't necessarily scars, I mean the bugs are pretty bad out here this time of year. Plus maybe that woman was just really wealthy and all the farmers were just trying to win her over. 
 
 Pushing off the wall towards the bed, time seemed to slow. There's no reason to rush out, the ale here must have been stronger than I'm used to, making me think crazy thoughts like that. I fell towards the bed, expecting the instant relief that accompanies hitting the bed after a long day, but it felt like several minutes went by before my body finally hit the bed. 
 
 Nothing to worry about at all. The road will be there tomorrow... 
 
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 Chirping birds and cawing roosters. Why is that always the first thing I notice after waking up. I swear they are the most annoying sounds in the world before the sun hits it's peak. Reluctantly I rolled over and opened my eyes. Instantly I regretted it. Pain shot through my head as if someone just struck me with a hammer. `` Ugh...'' I must have drank more than I thought. 
 
 Slowly I made my way out of bed, stretching my arms, legs, back, and neck to prepare for the long day of riding that I was going to have to do. Especially stretching my neck. It felt so stiff, as if I had slept on bricks. I swear the bed was far more comfortable last night. 
 
 Cursing myself for losing control last night and drinking myself silly, I gathered my own stuff as well as the goods I was needed to trade in the next town over. After gathering everything, I made my way down the steps, pain from my head shooting through my body with each step. When I reached the bottom step I looked over the main room and I saw her. I do n't know what it was about her but I knew I would do anything for her. 
 
 She's the most beautiful woman in the world.
