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THIS.]When David sat on the barstool, he didn’t order anything. He just sat there, staring at the wooden grain of the bar, wondering what he was doing here when he wasn’t going to drink-he never did-and didn’t have anyone to talk to. In fact, he half expected Christopher to wander in, drunk of his ass, but when the door finally
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