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  • Writer's pictureJeb Brack

Solace Served Straight

As Mrs. Lotts wrapped up her tale of marital sorrow, tears dripped from her eyes and she began to weep. Studs Fedora reached for the only comfort that ever helped him and offered her a drink of it. She thanked him prematurely, gasping when the cheap bourbon burned in her throat. But at least she stopped crying.

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