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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening
For some reason there was a vague syrupy sweet scent lingering around the sink behind the bar. Allie wrinkled her nose and moved down to the the other end of the bar. Let Tiny suffer. It was probably his fault anyway.

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"I'll still probably keep a low profile. Unless you thin there's anyone special I need to meet."
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At least until 911 was called.
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{[Zzzz....]
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His ass and the door did not touch.