Closing time on Friday had arrived when that should-have-known-better brunette burst between me and the door I was closing.
"Hey, what are you doin'? Get back out here."
"Your name Trench?"
"We're closed. Gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Are you Mr. Trench?"
"That's the name on the door."
"Get in here and shut the door. Sit down, please."
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