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SLOANE

“What is this place, Jay?” I ask, flipping my hair back and fixing him with a pointed look.

We are in a bar that’s if this can pass for one, the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is the first thing that hits me the moment I step through the door.

I wrinkle my nose and glance around, trying to take it all in: the sticky floors, dim lighting, and a crowd of rowdy, half-drunk people shou