…as he so often was
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366 Days, 366 Paragraphs: #173
“Uh, I’ve got to go, Bevan. I’ll talk to you at dinner…maybe…I’m not sure. Bye” She half mumbled before walking off. She got about ten steps away before she realized she still had the ale bottle in her hand. Embarrassed, she walked back, handed it to Bevan, then trotted off.
Bevan took a drink, then smiled to himself. Not for the last time, he thanked fate that he was clear minded about the path he had chosen.
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