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My Thrill
*Part One* ‘Another beer?’ the bartender asked me. ‘Yes. Two please.’ He looked at me suspiciously. I smiled. ‘One for me and one for my friend…who should be here shortly.’ I was waiting for my friend of twelve years, Charlie. Charlie was thirteen years older than myself, and had been a friend of my family for years. He had worked closely with my father for many years and had become close to us after my mom had left us. At the time I was only seven and my being surrounded by my three older...