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start losing control of the narrative.
I nodded politely and moved toward the bar for coffee instead of alcohol. The bartender from the night before recognized me.
“Water with lemon tonight, too?” he asked.
“Coffee. Black.”
“Tough crowd?”
I gave him a tired smile. “You have no idea.”
Near the dance floor, General Hail stood with a few older veterans again.continue reading …
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