After njaleft me I went back to the pub. The night was dark and stormy and flashes illuminated the three heads of class cervidae thrown high on the rough hewn wall:
I'll bet that if you try to find it again you won't be able to do so. It won't be where you thought you'd left it. It was probably never even open, really.
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This pub was a spring from which all other pubs of this type well.
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If you drink the house beer you probably turn into a lurcher, and stay forever.
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