The Girl Who Wasn't Born
And then Thomas remembered. He remembered the first time he met the female from Mars... "One more!" Thomas whispered loudly, putting down the glass on the wooden table. He was sitting inside a bar in the middle of Nevada. There were very few people in there during the glaring afternoons, so Thomas felt comfortable. "Sir, I am sorry. But the protocol forces me to announce to you that you have finished a bottle of vodka and whiskey each. It would be better if you took a cab home." The bartender said, cleaning a glass. "Just get me another shot, will ya?" Thomas said, staring at the youngster with his swollen eyes. "Someone seems to be in a bad mood tonight." A lady said from behind him. Thomas didn't turn around. He wasn't exactly interested in talking, especially to a girl. Also, I do
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