“Have another?”“Can’t, I have to go.”“You always say that.”“Only when I need to leave.”I can still hear the corny music on the jukebox, the clinking of the glasses.  The barkeep heard our chiming, collected his money, a too generous tip. We left, bade each other platonic adieus, walked separately to our separate families.  How I…

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