Liquid Courage The bar was dim, sticky with spilled beer and the weight of Marlon’s confusion. He slumped over his fourth whiskey, ice long melted. “Can I call her now?” Marlon leaned towards Becca. Becca leaned into him, “I know it’s hard to resist, but this is when she needs space.” “I just want to…...
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