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Micro Fiction: Pretty Face - Elizabeth Drakes's Site
Leaving his empty glass at the bar, he followed the pair to the table. “You don;t belong here,” he murmured as he sat down opposite them. “Maybe not, but where else would we find you?” the old man asked. “Whatever it is, I’m not your man.” “He may be correct.” The words came from under …