Even if i like to not to agree, now on all points i can only agree with you.
Working skillfully with the words, demands some clarity and my sight is blurred now.
Thanks for the company, ~bartender what do i owe you?
I finish of the beer, get up from the table and head towards the counter. A lady is standing at the counter and i catch that she ordered mint tea… I step closer and… she smells like flowers… I take the wallet and pay with cash.
The patron leaves the pub lifting his hand in greeting.
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