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The muted light from the streetlamp outside barely splashes the asphalt as I push open the bar door. The smell of beer and sweat hangs in the air, mixed with the coarse laughter of my friends. I stayed there, listening to them, but my mind was elsewhere—in my apartment, with her. Dane, beer in hand, throws out his digs like knives. "She's fragile, she cries over nothing…" I see red. My fingers tighten on the table, my jaw clenches. Miles tries to calm things down, but Dane pushes, aiming right where it hurts. I hit him with the worst truth straight to his face, the one that shuts him up completely. Then I stand, drop a bill on the counter, and walk out without looking back. The streets blur past, the cool wind on my skin. When I open the door to my place, barely time to close it befor…