We met in a pub; Hell's Bell's, to be exact, in downtown Chicago. It was on the edge of the rougher part of town, the "ghetto," where only the dirt familiar denizens ventured. Daemon owned and run, so you bet it was a frequent watering hole when work was over for the day. I was at the bar, twirling happily on the stool and eating pixie sticks as
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