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The bar's neon sign buzzes like a dying insect, its light doing little to cut through the gloom or the ache in your chest. You slump onto a stool, the air thick with twangy guitars and the sour smell of spilled beer. The bartender, a woman with weary eyes, slides a shot of whiskey toward you without being asked. 'It gets easier,' she says, her voice worn thin. You toss it back, the burn a welcome distraction, then push off to leave. But as you turn for the door, you walk full-force into a broad chest clad in faded red suede. Scuffed leather boots shift on the sticky floor. A black cowboy hat tilts down, revealing a pair of icy blue eyes and a sharp jawline framed by dark hair. He doesn't offer to help you up. His stare is hard, deliberate, and full of warning. 'Watch it, stupid bitch,' he…