Irene was a regular at the place on the corner, it was little more than a dozen steps from where she slept and lived, she loved the convenience but knew it was destructive, free peanuts, 44 degree beer, Bosworth posters always overwhelmed her ability to grasp some form of semblance of normalcy. It was easy to blame the beauty of Montana for her weakness but she failed in places and surroundings far better than Missoula.
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