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‘My place!, it’s just a few miles north of here. It was a besom, in other words, a witch’s broom. She was drinking an Irish Mist, I could tell by the glass and its colour as well as the odour. She grinned and looking at her glass pushed it towards the barman crossing her legs at the same time. I entered and there she was, sitting on a barstool at the counter. I was really having trouble holding back but I didn’t want to come in the Irish Mist even though I had the feeling that that would have pleased her immensely. As I sat down to eat, I noticed that she had rather long and
