Drinking Killian’s Red with a friend on St. Patrick's Day in 2001, I looked across the bar. There sat a gorgeous girl, a little younger than me. She wore a gleaming black leather coat that went down to her calves. The bar was crowded and warm, but she kept her leather coat buttoned up tight around her slender frame. My buddy thought I was bored with the conversation because I was so distracted by her. Then I looked away for one instant and she was gone!
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