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| Chapter Four |
The hours dragged by, eventually after a lot of clock watching five o'clock came, quickly after we were sitting in The Beswick. What could I say about this pub? It had character. The usual old men were around. Alfred with his three legged dog, Hop were in for a few then there were the students that piled through the door for the cheep drink and the quirky surroundings. Not a chair in the place matched, the wooden tables had seen better days and the DJ was playing some awful tunes yet I had some of my best memories here. "Ah, I love this place." Marcy smiled sipping her vodka coke. "Me too." It was one of the few places you could just be yourself and that alone was a beautiful feeling. I don't know what made me look at the door. Martin walked in with graceful strides. His blue eyes were
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