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Chicken Soup for the Dive Bar Soul

September 29, 2009

Jane and I weren’t friends. We sat next to one another at Corduroy a couple of times, and I’d bought her a drink or two. Mostly she ignored my advances. I didn’t expect much. I was sixty-four and she was twenty-three or something around my granddaughter’s age. The night we finally hooked up, she’d had [...]

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