angel's share and other ghosts - by Helena Fitzgerald
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it's just a bar; it's never just a bar
this isn’t angel’s share, but it’s a lot like what it felt like (feat. john & vicki & evan) In January of 2011, it was snowing, and John and Vicki and I went to Angel’s Share. It wasn’t the only time I went to that bar, or the only time I had a good time there— I almost always had a good time there— but it’s the one I talk about the most. We went to Angel’s Share and when we left, many hours later, the little triangle of colliding streets outside was covered in snow. It piled up against fire hydrants and parking signs and benches, flushing out noise and turning the landscape into a…
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