reek of it, of
             desperation and it sickened her (or maybe that was the sixth glass of Jack Daniel's that she
             had forced down.) regardless she felt even more depressed and pathetic then when she had
             entered the bar. It's outside had been poorly decorated with ten year old Christmas lights,
             most of which had burned out long ago, and silver tinsel that had carelessly been strewn
             across the walls. It had called to her though, it had seemed to be the only thing that had
             understood her in her hour of deep despair.
             Sharon's mind was spinning along with th
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