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ZEKE
While the entire bar was gulping down their flowery-colored glasses of sick—and trust me, they would be the next day—I approached Bunnie from behind. She sensed me standing there and spun around to stare up at me, her eyes clouded in a s****l haze under the bar light.
I snatched up her tiny little hand and led her to the back of the bar. What she didn't know was that I owned the place, among a number of other businesses in town. Not being a college boy myself, I'd hired a few local university grads to help me figure out things like business plans, financials, and growth. It paid to diversify. That was my takeaway from being laid off from the logging industry. It didn't do to rely on an employer for making a living, since at any moment, that livelihood could go out of business, l
