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It was already dawninig when she stormed into the bar. Her body marked a hard contrast in the opposite light of the eveningred.

I was positively surprised. I've seen her sometimes in the supermarket. But I saw her here for the first time.

Her sullen view were glowing like two smaragdgreen eyes, blonde hair, tall, maybe late twenty or early thirty.

Her expression was difficult to interpret. She seemed tensed and distracted to me.

To be honest, this only increased my curiosity and I took more time to observe her.

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She paid her drink and seated herself at the counter. In the background tootled a Hans Albers classic.

In general a melodic song, but in this atmosphere it sounded more like the drunken babbling of a sailor on a sunken ship.

I counted the fags she was grinding one after another in a cheap ashtray, By the numbers she hadn't had her best day.

She grabbed her glass (was this already the third drink?) but there was nothing left.

She was searching around, discovered me and went straight toward me.

I felt catched and didn't know, if I should be happy or start panicing.

My heart was hammering.

Buy me a drink and I tell you a story.

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I think, I must have been looking pretty stupid. I really didn't  expected this, but of course I did as she said.

We exchanged some insignificant sentences until she came to the to the reason of her presence here.

She just left her husband and now needed a drink to celebrate her divorce.

It was the usual share of busted dreams and unfullfilled wishes.

I felt uncomfortable that she chat about her privat life so openly and I could only nod  agreeing.

How suitable the slogan someone had scratched into the table.

If you're looking for answers, you won't find 'em here.

I hope, I hadn't smiled.

While she was taking a breath, I got out my keys and hold them up.

Let's go!

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The noises of the bar made room for the traffic noise. Outside a truck was roaring and in the distance the subway was screaming. It sounded like sirens were laughing scornful at us.

Here name was Kirsten.

A few days later I met Kirsten again in the supermarket.

Hello

She smiled fleeting, placed the salami next to the gin... and disappered.

I steared my shopping car to the counter and ranged myself at the end of the queue.