Short Story: One Last Drink

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One Last Drink

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“A drink?” he asked upon her entrance. He was standing behind the bar in the only way he was ever found, cleaning a glass. His well-known manner caught her off guard in its normality, its unchanged decorum, its unflinching friendliness in the face of utter ruin. That was, of course, how he was designed. “For your future travels?”

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