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[15 Mar 2010|08:46pm] |
It had been a long shift, but it was over and it was time to enjoy a pint or two at her favorite pub. Delilah, Del to most, sat on a stool at the bar and drank her Guinness. This was how she unwound at the end of a day. Perched on a bar stool and putting down some pints.
Del thought about just going back to her flat, but she did have to stop and get some groceries. Her icebox was empty except for some beer.
Out of habit she looked around the bar. She quickly did a threat assessment of each person and noted any that stood out above the others.
She turned back to her beer.
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