The bartender’s comment actually did make her smile if only briefly. “I’ll have a Sidecar with Cognac, not the Boston Sidecar with rum. No,” she shook her head. “I made that mistake when I first moved here. It’s like going up to Canada and asking for bacon, it’s not the same.” She saw the coat rack by the wall, and then removed her over-coat. She wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans with a pair of winter boots.
When she returned to bar, “You know, I never had a puppy of my own.”
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Date: 2016-02-11 05:39 am (UTC)When she returned to bar, “You know, I never had a puppy of my own.”