There’s number 27 sitting at the end of the bar. It’s Friday night in the suburbs of Philly and her only defenses are the cell phone and pack of cigarettes, complete with lighter on top, sitting in front of her. She’s here every week night right after work, like a good supporting character in a sitcom. She drinks martini’s until her real life and this one switch, and her and her ratty side-ponytail wait for a new, unsuspecting visitor to fall under the spell of whiskey and mistake the really low cut shirt she has on for the charm she used to have

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