K | Two Teasing Tongues 34

“Ah.” K nodded solemnly. “So you do care about my safety.”

Below is a complete, original short story based on your title. The Art of the Last Word The late shift at The Copper Mug was dead — literally. Two patrons had nodded off into their whiskey glasses, and the jukebox had given up somewhere between Patsy Cline and static. k two teasing tongues 34

Two finally glanced up, a single eyebrow raised. “That’s the ‘please don’t start a fight with the bikers’ booth. It’s facing the exit. For my convenience.” Two patrons had nodded off into their whiskey

“You’re avoiding something,” K said. It’s facing the exit

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