The lights are dim, the air earie. She slides in through the doors, and at first, you're not sure why she's come. Her intent becomes more apparent when she passes you with no more than a mumble under her breath and a half-hearted smile saying she'll be drinking alone. And you stop to study her momentairily; with her new wave hair cut and her boots
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and not just the pictures
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