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Guitar Player reads my mind "We’ll disappear before you have a chance, pet"

"Please, stop calling "

"Give us a nae an alance "Your turn"

"Brian"

"Patrick," says the pickpocket "Not half as glamorous, but they do the trick"

Brian hasover the neck of the guitar "How long are you in town, Beyoncé? I’d hate for this to be good-bye"

For sorow on me I haven’t talked to anyone in days apart from loony-tunes Kitty, and the banter feels easy and free of expectation I know it doesn’t speak well ofso ith a couple of cons, but what can I say? I’ words with these two than I ever ith Evan’s friends "Why? You have any suggestions?"

Patrick shts in O’Kelly’s down on Sheriff Street, if you’re up for a pint and some real Irish music None of this watered-down shite"

I consider the two se as it’s in a public place Derek would shit a live cow, but he’s not here, and frankly, these two seeood time I need I decide to case O’Kelly’s beforehand and leave if anything seeuys let me return that pink wallet to its owner, and I’ll think about Friday"

It’s co like two scolded children being told to share In the end, Patrick hands it over "You’re worse than ourinto a smile "Thank you"

"See you Friday then?"

I split a look between the as you realize I’h"

"Wo there and walk toward thewallet "Hey," I call out, holding up the wallet "Did you drop this?"

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Later that night, I walk into the Claymore Inn, surprised to find the pub er than I thought On a weeknight at ten o’clock, it appears the good people of Dublin are resting up for work the next ed to sneak past the bar withouteye contact with a swaht He turns his head at ainst the glea as Shane writes soazine When Shane hands it back to hiraph

This is the first time it has occurred to me that he’s actually…famous, in a way I’ve seen the trophies, but until now his attitude has been taking upto raphs several ti-sleeved shirt under a black polo, the white material pushed halfway up his forear hi on a red cocktail straw

"I was starting to think you’d gone back to Chicago"