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A Thousand Miles

‘What?’ He places his pint on the bench table. ‘How can you think it’s better? It’s just a pop song.’

She half-stands. Loud enough for the other patrons to hear, she sings, ‘And I would walk five hundred miles. You’re saying that isn’t?’

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