A cat called Frog Chapter three
The pub was packed solid most of the early session as if the customers needed to make up for missing a whole day's drinking time. We were rushed off our feet, but as always, we managed and we walked round to my flat at five o'clock."When are you going to look for a place?" she asked me."I look all the time, you know when I'm out and about, in the papers. I listen to people in the pub. I'm always looking."My phone rang then and I smiled to myself when I saw who it was."Hello, beautiful.""Hi,...
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