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My hazy sight focuses on the greasy bartender as he comes toward me while wiping down the bar's countertops. He smirks, revealing yellow, rotten teeth. "What's yer poison, madame?" I shut my blood-shot eyes. I hadn't slept in days. My stupid new neighbor has had a different girl to accompany him in bed every night this past week. Every band and every shout of agreement was clearly audible through the paper-thin walls. "Bloody Mary," I reply. He moved into the apartment across from mine two w...
