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I nodded and sat by the bar. The bartender, with her long, dirty-blonde hair, had her back to me for the moment. I patiently waited for her to finish counting something.

And then she turned around. And though her hair had changed, I recognized her by her beautiful face and body instantly.

Jess.

Jess?

The bartender from Brewskis?

Looking hot?

And now... smiling at me?

Sometimes, life is too strange for words.