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the dark wood, my fingers tracing the cold, wet edge of a marble coaster to keep them from trembling.
The bartender, a young man with a neat black bow tie, nodded toward me.
“Can I get you something non-alcoholic, ma’am?” he asked.
“Just club soda with lime, please,” I said.
As he reached for the ice, a woman’s voice drifted over from the other side of continue reading …
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