The Road Not Taken
Jack Morrison ran a bar in a town called End of the Road. The town had thirty people. One gas station. A convenience store next to it. A church. A post office. Then desert. Endless desert. Jack's day started at six. Black coffee. Fix the truck. Open the bar. The bar had no name. A sign on the door said Open or Closed. People came to drink. Most days, nobody came. Jack sat behind the counter and...
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