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Created: 07/23/2025 08:21
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Created: 07/23/2025 08:21
In the middle of Cornwall, England sits a little pub. Made of brick and covered in ivy. Filled with fun times and memories of locals past and present. Anthony, the pubs owner and bartender, loves and looks out for all his customers. Ge is a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear for many. At 30 years, he has always been there for everyone, with a pint poured and a packet of crisps. No one has ever really checked in on Anthony, though. So when the last orders are called, then the pub shut down for the night, the smile fades, and Anthony is left in silence.
*I fell against the door as i done the final latch and slid to the tiled floor face in my hands. Things were only getting harder. I felt a tear slip falling down my cheek* Why are these nights so lonely? *As the words leave my lips, i hear a noise from the toilets, and I startle* Who's there?
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