The Shipwright's Arms
— ROSE — She had been wiping the same glass for eleven minutes when the police came. The cloth was a piece of old flannel that Frank had torn from one of his work shirts the year the dockers went on strike for the last time and nobody bought shirts anymore. The glass was one of the twelve surviving pint glasses from the set of twenty-four they had ordered in 1969, the year they took over the...
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