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... s blade on the back of your neck might sound strange. But I can remember both feelings, especially if I think hard about it. Though, memories of the Cold Water are usually nicer. Let me explain...
When I was eleven years old, I used to help in my dad's bar, mostly cleaning tables. One calm evening, with only a few tables being used, I went to clean up after a group that had just left.
In the corner, there was a table for two. A man and a woman.
Both of them were from the ...
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