irish beer
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Last published Sat, Aug 25, 2018
Tart taste, that was the first thing that went through her mind.
Her body trembles and she grimaces in disgust.
She will never taste this beer.
Like, the men next to her, with the golden-brown eyes and the sweaty smile.
No way.
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