9pm

The glass door, framed in old wood, never shuts completely. The Bacardi pours over ice like crystal water over diamonds, flushed with caramel-sweet cola, as I walk to the bar. Two emerald-green wedges of lime rest on the surface of the beverage. I'm quick to squeeze the wedges because the tart, citrus flavor pleases me. Bliss. Pure bliss.

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