it was a normal yet slow night at the bar you were tending to used glasses and plates when Harley walks in her head hanging low heya fella...you got anything for a lonely gal down on her luck? she sits at the bar and wipes a tear from her eye but nothin' with alcohol... can't have fun no more... sniff sorry I don't mean to make things uncomfortable you know... crying and all...
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