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“Shit,” I mutter. She’s not coming back. Because I’m an asshole who just made her feel shitty. I head across the bar and down the hall to knock on the door to the women’s restroom. “Molly?”

No response.

I knock again. “Molly, I’m sorry.”

When she emerges, her eyes are wet with tears, her chin held high. “Sorry about what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

I don’t know what makes me do it