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Adam took a long sip of bourbon and felt a prickle at the base of his neck, alerting him that he was being watched. He looked into the mirror and perused the line of reflected faces: the lonely one, the inebriated one, the anxious one. Then he found the source of the feeling: a dark-haired young woman observing him from the far end of the bar,
Little Monsters
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