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around the block twice before he had the courage
to park and get out.
The short distance from the parking lot, he willed himself out of the
jitters. This was a kid, really, that he was meeting. Young enough
to
be his younger brother. Nothing else needed to be said about Howard's
except that it was a typical neighborhood bar; a long bar down one side
with high back bar with ornate mirrors, and tables and chairs along the
other side and in the back. As he walked along the bar he realized
that he didn't know what this Michael looked like.
"Jim?"
He stopped at the sound of his name behind him, from someone at the bar.
He glanced back to see a young man turned around on his stool, leaning
out from the bar. Jim didn't know the guy but it had to be Michael.
His heart sort of thudded at the sight of him.
"Yeah," he said, turning around.
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