𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , went down without so much as a burn . it was a welcomed distraction from the bitter taste of her shattered marriage. the one thing about divorces no one ever told her , was just how shitty ex-husbands could be. one phone call from him was bound to ruin her day , which was why she was now sitting in a grubby dive bar — bathed in the sickly-sweat sweet scent of spilled ales kissing weathered wooden tables, where she found an unusual sense comfort . it might have been the tequila — that deceptive liquid courage — but she could feel a persistent stare heating her shoulder. it was him. he had a baby face she could never forget . " hey — you're in the really crappy band that played here the other night . . . right ? " his voice was the kind that cassette players would have chewed up, yet she remembered it distinctively .
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