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Another typical Tuesday evening in the Jolly Flowerpots was drawing to a close. Behind the bar, Emily was working out the tab, under a hail of unhelpful heckling. Neighbour Robert had enjoyed his pickled egg in a bag of crisps, but had somehow bashed the back of his hand on the bar and was mopping up a warfarin-induced gore-fest. I had just had my third and final warning from Landlady Jo for overstepping the bounds of good taste and decency. […]
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