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Chapter 117: The Dive Bar

مؤلف: Ellen Edgar
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-29 21:58:28

The dive bar was exactly what I needed. A place where no one knew me, where I could disappear into the crowd, where I could pretend that my meticulously organized life didn't exist for at least one night.

I'd ordered my second whiskey when he sat down next to me.

He didn't introduce himself. Didn't ask my name. Just ordered a beer and sat in the kind of comfortable silence that suggested he understood exactly what I was looking for—which was nothing. No conversation. No expectations. Just prese
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