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Smoke assaulted Jessie’s lungs as she passed through the crowd of smokers huddled on the tiny concrete slab that served as a patio outside the small dark bar. She and her husband, Hank, hadn’t been there in years. Three years to be exact. The last time they walked through the door of The Golden Lasso, a small neighborhood watering hole, had been the day before Jessie found out she was pregnant. She had suspected as much and had only had one beer that visit. This…