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Ellen's sitting at the bar, reading over what looks like a letter.
By the time anyone gets close enough to read its contents, it'll be folded up and placed in her back pocket in the blink of an eye.
It's only a minor comfort, knowing Joanna's out there, safe somewhere. The rest isn't something a strong glass of liquor can't fix.
"Whiskey, please, Bar," she says, just loud enough to be audible, voice low and rasping. "Neat."
By the time anyone gets close enough to read its contents, it'll be folded up and placed in her back pocket in the blink of an eye.
It's only a minor comfort, knowing Joanna's out there, safe somewhere. The rest isn't something a strong glass of liquor can't fix.
"Whiskey, please, Bar," she says, just loud enough to be audible, voice low and rasping. "Neat."