Katie pivots to look up and down the alley outside the bar we’ve just left. “The great thing about Chicago,” she says, glancing down at her phone, “is that cow burned the whole thing down, so they rebuilt it to be a grid.”
The alcohol swirling around in my head forces me to take a moment to process what she just said until it comes true. “I thought you were talking about that woman that kept bumping into you in the bar just now,” I say, laughing.
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