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Molly

“C

an I get you two another round?” the waitress asks Friday night.

I raise my pint glass—which is still two-thirds full—and shake my head. “This will be all for me tonight.” Last time I was at Jackson Brews with Jason, I was trashed and made bad decisions. Is that why he suggested we meet here? Was he hoping for a repeat of the night of the Christmas party? Or did he suggest the bar