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WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE, I HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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WHEN YOU WALK MY WAY, I HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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<p>The bartender had a day off, so Sheridan took over his job for this night. She was busy this evening: lots of people popped into the pub for few drinks. Sheridan’s trained eyes already spotted two or three illegal businesses going on here, two old gamblers trying to con an unsuspecting upper class man, who came here for a bit of excitement away from the High Street and – at the same time – polite society.</p>
<p>Sheridan didn’t notice the newcomer, being too busy with serving drinks. If she did notice him earlier, probably the girl would be prepared for this, however she wasn’t. It was big surprise when suddenly she heard that someone jumped through the counter and raised her up like a doll. Sheridan didn’t like to be treated like a doll and if only she had her wand in the reach of her hands – Devon will be disappointed that she didn’t keep it close – she would hex that person and kick his butt off her bar.</p>
<p>This person screamed something, she analysed further, trying to dig out the name of this man, no it was a boy. In the same time it struck her. “Oh my fucking Merlin, damn it” she thought. It was Maxmilian. Sort of her ex-boyfriend. They were… close back in school. Sheridan liked him and he liked her, but nothing happened between them. They were… too young for this. "Yes, I am alive!"
she cried to save some time for thinking. "Calm down, you moron! Put me down, now!"
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