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Heels jived along with the tune, fringes swaying along with the sleek bodies in their dresses. Cigarette smoke hung in the air like a fog, various drinks in the hands of bar patrons. A swing band played on a squat dark wood stage that was frame by a heavy red curtain. In the corner, a man in a fedora and sunglasses sat alone with a whiskey in hand; his suit jacket was hung on the back of his chair, his left arm with its elbow draped over the back along with it.
“Hey, Al,” said a woman with a heavy Jersey accent as she waded over to him, a long scarf arranged over her bare elbows. Al lowered his sunglasses, his crimson eyes glaring at the woman in question.
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