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Xas steps in through the front door, snow dusting his eyelashes and hair. And, of course, the shoulders of his shirt.
He is, it would appear, wearing neither coat nor scarf nor gloves.
He does, however, have shoes.
And soon a glass of wine, as Bar is a very obliging creature.
Now--where to sit?
He is, it would appear, wearing neither coat nor scarf nor gloves.
He does, however, have shoes.
And soon a glass of wine, as Bar is a very obliging creature.
Now--where to sit?