She slid onto a seat at the end of the bar where she could see both doors and everything that went on. It wasn’t that she was paranoid, but experience had taught her to always sit so. As she bent over to pick up one of the newsies from another stool, she saw him behind the cashier. Tall, slender, well groomed. She gulped, wondering if she could manage to make it out the door without being recognized.
Maybe if she slipped behind those women at the register….
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