Jul 21, 2006 11:44
Annie makes her way down the stairs and heads over to the Bar. "Excuse me," she says politely, "but I don't suppose you might have some sort of newspaper or- oh, I don't know, some other source of information about the economy and business prospects in Yorkshire-"
A small pile of different types of paper appears, along with a cup of tea. Annie smiles. "Thank you," she says, sorting briefly through the papers and setting a batch of photographs on top before retreating to one of the seats with a view of outside.
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