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Fifty seven

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“Of everywhere, a bar was your pick?” He growled all of a sudden and it took all of my willpower not to flinch.

I could no longer look him dead in the eyes. My gaze lowered, my throat bobbling in anxiety. I don’t think he’s ever been this intimidating.

Just as the silence between us was about to combust, I cleared my throat. “I felt like I actually needed to free my mind and found the bar. I was going to spend the night there and come back home the next morning.” I ...

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