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Eleven a.m. Saturday morning the sun warms city streets touching tourists and residents but misses the man inside tavern walls hunched over the bar illuminated only by TV light, college basketball, Temple's ahead, lost in the frozen swirl of a strawberry daiquiri: A girl-drink drunk can't face his troubles, can't down a shot, hiding from the day alone with the bartender lining up pina coladas and Long Island ice teas. |
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