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  <title>Al's Bar</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/867256/AboutHer'&gt;AboutHer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 10, Words: 19,754, Reviews: 31, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;After a few quiet moments, Al spoke, amusement evident in his voice. &quot;That tall fellow from last night is looking at you.&quot; &quot;The one you carded?&quot; I feigned ignorance. As I said this, I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye. Movement meaning a brunette guy dressed in yet another plaid shirt slipping out of his seat and beginning to walk towards me. Oh, for God's sake.</summary>
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