As he payed for his beer and your cocktail he slid his fingernails on the rubber glass placemat,as you sat there,a gorgeous thing,you were..you just fiddled with your handbag and hair.. "Hun..We have to go after this pint of beer..." you nod,not looking up from your phone.. "Sugar,who are you texting..?" (please reply :"Mum.." for it to make sense!)
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10/05/2025