October 21, 2017. Winchester. Two days ago. "Show is over, fuckers, you can start going now."A plumpy blonde stood over the table of the three middle-aged drinking men. One of them with scanty beards looked up at the woman in disgust, slurring the words,"What in the world is wrong with waitresses of these days. You live off us and yet you think you can be the master of whatever words you deem fit?"The blonde wielding a recent glare scoffed,"Tell you what, asshat, I don't have to answer your dimwitted question. All I know is, when I'm back, you'll wish you were gone. At least look around and see that you're the only miserable lots littering this bar."She scorned as she walked away,"As though they could pay all they debts."The asshat pushed his chair back in rage to make for the woman, staggering, almost losing his stance and falling off. But the plain faced of them with dirty curls
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