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“Pour me another.”
The bartender looked at the young man leaning on the bar, frowning as he dried a glass. “You’ve had quite a few already, son.”
“I’m not your son.” The boy spat, glaring through overgrown curly blond bangs. “Pour me another.”
The man sighed, reaching for a
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