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     “What's that tattoo of?” She asked, eyes shifting from her drink to look up at the bartender as he poured it.     “This old thing?” he questioned as he passed the drink over to her. She nodded, loosening her tie in the process and took a sip, enjoying the refreshing sweet taste after a long day of work. The bartender smiled at her satisfaction before speaking, “My brother. He died in a car crash when we were younger.”     The woman looked down slightly, strands of dishevelled hair falling in front of her face, “I'm sorry.”     “It's okay,” explained the bartender as he let