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... med to life, casting a harsh glow over the empty bar. The chairs were still stacked on tables from last night's closing, their metal legs pointing toward the ceiling like silver spider legs.
The silence pressed against my ears as I grabbed the mop from the supply closet. My footsteps echoed across the wooden floor, each board creaking with familiar complaints. The morning sun filtered through the dusty windows, catching motes that danced in its beams.
I filled my bucket with hot ...
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