Chapter 4
It felt 10 degrees warmer in the bar as I came out of the rest room. Several ladies passed me on my way out wearing sweaters. How on earth are they not sweating? I thought.
I headed over to the bar, taking off my pullover and running my hand through my new, black hair, pulling it to one side. My new locks were much longer than I was used to. “I’ll take a beer,” I called to the bartender. I grabbed my bottle, left a two dollar tip with my cardigan in hand and began walk...
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