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Walking into the brewpub last night, my favourite barmaid Janine looks extremely grateful to see me, which should have tipped me off, but didn't.
Nine guys arrayed around the bar, all giving Janine their undivided lust and ribbing her mercilessly.
I gleefully join in, until I notice that this normally-unperturbable woman is really shaken up.
But that wasn't until after I had delivered a few bon mots, like "Hey! There's nine of us and one of her -- let's lock the door and grab her!"
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