A cat called Frog
The pub was quiet, very quiet, probably due to the heavy snow falling, people didn't want to go out and risk a broken leg by falling. There had been the usual early evening drinkers, the after work crowd, but then the snow had started and they'd all hurried off home.I was lucky, or unlucky in as much as I only lived in the next street to the pub, while Karen, the other barmaid that night lived about five miles away.At about eight o'clock Gary, the landlord said he was closing up."Get off home...
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