She wore a flower in her hair, tucked in behind the ear. She sat cross-legged at the corner of the L-shaped bar, hunched slightly over a sweaty glass. The ice cubes clanked as she brought the rim to pouting lips. She was pretty when she was happy, but gorgeous when she was sad. “How long is he gone for?” Amy asked. She stood to the right of Mary Ann, le…
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