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Most of the staff hated the holiday pub crawl crowd. “Take the bar, Marty,” they would say. “College kids home for the holidays and alcohol are worse than the usual drunk idiot crowd.” It was no matter to him. Drinking was drinking, booze was booze, he enjoyed both in his time and would not judge another for doing the same.The first few groups came and went, leaving Marty a generous tip each time. A new group entered. “Peach schnapps all ‘round.” The leader of the group was the stereotypical fraternity boy. He had the hu...
She was free. That is what Susan told her last night anyway. “You are finally on your own again, Michele. The divorce papers have been served. He is gone. A new you.” Susan was right about that. Shane was gone. He grabbed a bunch of his things and would grab the rest later. She was on her own. "You will be happier now. Trust me."
The door to the gallery opened to a friendly chime. Martin stepped in the little entrance and peered around from the safety of the doorway. The gallery was new; he had not been here before. It was always strange going to a new place like this. He always felt he would be asked questions he had no idea how to answer. He was comfortable in stadiums and gymnasiums; Cheryl was always the explorer of small downtown stores.
Just a fellow tossing down some words on a page once in a while. Let us see what sticks.
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