The girl was gone. Rolling the plastic die in the crook of his hand, Jesse's gaze rested on the cocoa skinned beauty tending bar in Roxanne's absence. Her deltoids flexed as she shook the ice and liquid in the shaker. She uncapped it to pour the watermelon colored liquid in a dainty martini glass and glanced across the bar at him. Jesse focused on his book. A discussion of poetry and
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