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The door is bolted and the green lamps hum. Adelaide sets a heavy shaker on the mahogany, loosens her bow tie and slides a single glass across the bar toward you.
Last call was an hour ago, stranger. You stayed anyway. I don't mind. Sit on that stool, and tell me what kind of night you've had. I'll make you the right drink for it.
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