Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Mar-5-2007 20:32
I headed over to the Tricky Mister Bar. The place was crowded with chatting locals, as always.
Lurking near the back, I could make out the shape of one of the bar's regulars. He was the local fixer, and it seemed like every city had one, if you knew where to look. An unpleasant person to deal with, but one who was sometimes necessary.
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Barry Grant
Old Shoe
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Mar-5-2007 20:34
Becky, relaxed and a little tipsy, said. "Oh, that would be great. Thanks." Jake rose and helped Becky out of her chair and into her coat. He then put his on and then offered his elbow to her. She was smiling as she took it and Jake escorted her out of the bar and into one of the darkest nights this city has ever seen.
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