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“It Was Her!”

           Thefirstbarhe’dbeeninfornineteenmonthsandthedamnedthingwasdry-justhisluck.Allthesame,abitterlypowerfulwaveofnostalgiasweptoverhim,andthephysicalcravingforadrinkseemedtoworkitselfupfromhisbellytohisthroattohismouthandnose,shrivelingandwrinklingthetissuesasitwent,makingthemcryoutforsomethingwetandlongandcold.

           Heglancedattheshelvesagaininwild,irrationalhopebuttheshelveswerejustasemptyasbefore.Hegrinnedinpainandfrustration.Hisfists,clenchingslowly,mademinutescratchingsonthebar’sleather-paddededge.

           "Hi,Lloyd,"hesaid."Alittleslowtonight,isn’tit?"

           Lloydsaiditwas.Lloydaskedhimwhatitwouldbe.

           "NowI’mreallygladyouaskedmethat,"Jacksaid,"reallyglad.BecauseIhappentohavetwotwentiesandtwotensinmywalletandIwasafraidthey’dbesittingthereuntilsometimenextApril.Thereisn’taSeven-Elevenaroundhere,wouldyoubelieveit?AndIthoughttheyhadSeven-Elevensonthefuckingmoon."

           Lloydsympathized.

           "Sohere’swhat,"Jacksaid."Yousetmeupaneventwentymartinis.Aneventwenty,justlikethat,kazang.OneforeverymonthI’vebeenonthewagonandonetogrowon.Youcandothat,can’tyou?Youaren’ttoobusy?"

           Lloydsaidhewasn’tbusyatall.

           "Goodman.

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