Well, let me give you a background first. There used to e this really great pool hall/ bar in our town.From the time me and my sister were tiny, we'd been hanging out there while my mum stopped for ginger ales or the occasional whiskey sour. We'd have sodas, of course. The owner and everyone who regularly came there loved us, and in turn we loved them back.A (boy?)friend of my mum's also went there, we'll call him Bob. Me and Bob had a very close relationship, almost like father and daughter, since my real dad lived elsewhere.He died when i was around eight, and i still haven't dealt with the pain of it.But a few years ago it closed and was turned into a church! I also haven't dealt wit the pain of that yet. Anyway, for about a week now i've had reoccurring dreams about the bar. Could this be pent up emotion?
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