Steve locked the doors to the shop for the last time and
we trudged across the street to the bar. The other employees were already there
waiting for us. They were seated in a long row at the bar, uniformly staring
down at their half-drunk beers. The other regular patrons carried on as was
typical for a Friday, not noticing the silent pocket we had created. When Steve
sat down Josh patted him on the shoulder and handed him a beer.
“What are you going to do now?” Greg asked Sara.
“Move in with my sister I guess.” She shrugged.
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