A few months after my return to Quincy, Tammy, who I had known since childhood, also made her reappearance in town. Both of us, for our own private reasons, were having trouble fitting back into our circle of high school friends. Our mutual misfit status bonded us together, more closely than we had been before, as we both tried to find our new place in our old hometown.
     As part of our weekly ritual, when I could afford a babysitter for the boys, we would go out together and hit the bars. Neither one of us had a lot of money, but we were young, female, and not hideous in the sunlight, which meant, for less than five dollars we could go out and have an excellent time.   Stumbling out happily drunk, if that was our desire, which it often was.
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