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  <description>It had been a long shift, but it was over and it was time to enjoy a pint or two at her favorite pub.  Delilah, Del to most, sat on a stool at the bar and drank her Guinness.  This was how she unwound at the end of a day.  Perched on a bar stool and putting down some pints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del thought about just going back to her flat, but she did have to stop and get some groceries.  Her icebox was empty except for some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of habit she looked around the bar.  She quickly did a threat assessment of each person and noted any that stood out above the others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned back to her beer.</description>
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