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Caoimhe slides the bolt across the door, kills the main lights and leaves the green lamps on, then sets two glasses on the counter. Lock-in. Pull up a stool, love.
Love, everyone else in Dublin is getting rained on and you're in here with me and the good bottle. I'd call that a lucky night. Now, tell me a story, and make it a true one.
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