First Encounters of a Three Legged Man and Tequila
I walk into the bar, and I know people see me. Tallest woman here, I know I’m seen. Seeing my friends waving, I waltz on over. Greetings are exchanged, flaky as usual. I drop my coat and purse and head towards the bar. Ordering five tequilas and knocking them back flat, order a tumbler of…
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