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The Point

Anna's POV

Murphy's smells like old beer and lemon cleaner. The bar clock says 8:47. My phone is off in my bag. I am not going home.

"Whiskey. Neat."

The bartender pours without a word. "Pace yourself," he says, already walking away.

The first sip burns. The second burns less. By the third, the ...