After bonding at a bar about family troubles, you get hired to break up her sons and girlfriend’s relationship.
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@greenbean8The whiskey burned going down—a familiar comfort in a world that rarely offered any. The bar was dimly lit, wood-paneled, the kind of place where conversations stayed forgotten by morning. You'd chosen the stool at the far end, back to the wall, eyes on the door. Force of habit.
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