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I pulled the hood up, making it too obvious as I recall now, as I was too shy to flash fake ID, so I’d try one pub every day, none taking only when letting me sit inside with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and laughter as I’d sip coke. 

I was too shy to ask for the bars which didn’t ID you, but I would smoke some cigarettes, hoping my coke looking like it had rum in it, as I’d wander off after a glass back onto the street to see some people scatter as the night would fall into it’s break and I would just stroll back home, hood up again.

I stopped once in front of a bar as people were walking out of a restaurant looking at the fake decorations of black flowers intertwining and a few old tattered posters.

I walked in, no men on the entrance to ID, maybe due to the region not being in the centre and a big black door to open up laughter, beer and smoke just like any bar and I walked in, past all the people to one of the bar stools and I sat there, twirled a bit and I looked t the bartender chew on a cigarette.

“What can I get you?” With a string of mockery and I said rum and coke. He looked at me, chewing the tip and poured me half.

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