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Avery, the bartender sits her on the shelf overlooking all the bar patrons and when one gets out of hand–swears, grunts or pops a fellow’s eye out; a simple glance towards her is all one needs. There she sits and watches, her serene eyes forlornly watching the boys, wrestle and wrangle their lives but they make good and all are quiet at once. They stare up at her and give her a toast, the night is calm once more…