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… and then heard him tell a young server to “bark like a dog” before she picked it up, I had enough. I disobeyed ownership and kicked him out. “Pick up your own damn dollar, Terry,” my voice quivered as I slammed an open palm on the bar top in front of him, but I held firm. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”
Sarah Paris
Simon Dillon
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Novelist and Short Story-ist. Film and Book Lover. If you cut me, I bleed celluloid and paper pulp. Blog: www.simondillonbooks.wordpress.com
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