Sunday, 6 April 2014

A result

He whose name I mustn't repeat came to the pub yesterday. I dreaded that he would make a beeline for my brother, but thankfully he didn't. There were enough new victims for him to sink his fangs into. He worked his way around the pub and got on everyone's nerves. People's expressions made their disinterest completely plain, and the person didn't stay very long. Bravo guys!

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