The following is the start of a short story I have in my head, but I don't know where its going:
"As she stood behind the bar, she talked like one of her patrons, spilling her secrets and giving away an emotional frailty that is often reserved for the closest of lovers. At 47, Annie, known to everyone as Anna, had tended bar at the Whiskey Hole for 22 years. "
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