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He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

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worse bars.”

His mouth twitched once. That was as close to a smile as either of us had in us tonight. We had worked in a register that didn’t leave much room for levity, and some habits don’t really go away, they just go quiet for long stretches between the times they’re needed.

“You still carry it the same way,” he said.

I knew what he meant. Not technique.continue reading …

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