Dodger Deacon stood in the wind, his hands behind his back. It was a gesture that would have been familiar to his old pals in The Dog and Duck, and back in the day the pose meant trouble. But now- now he'd changed. He knew it- after all, he wouldn't be standing in a field experiencing nature without his shirt on a parky day like this if he hadn't- but did anyone else know about the New Him? Somehow he doubted it as he looked sadly down upon his old pals, joshing with one another in front of the housing estate. But where was Toby? That was a mystery. He sighed gustily. Nothing stays the same. Even the Dog and Duck was now a retro bistro that serves your drinks in a reclaimed jam jar with a straw poked through a roughly-hewn hole.
Dodger Deacon stood in the wind, his hands behind his back. It was a gesture that would have been familiar to his old pals in The Dog and Duck, and back in the day the pose meant trouble. But now- now he'd changed. He knew it- after all, he wouldn't be standing in a field experiencing nature without his shirt on a parky day like this if he hadn't- but did anyone else know about the New Him? Somehow he doubted it as he looked sadly down upon his old pals, joshing with one another in front of the housing estate. But where was Toby? That was a mystery. He sighed gustily. Nothing stays the same. Even the Dog and Duck was now a retro bistro that serves your drinks in a reclaimed jam jar with a straw poked through a roughly-hewn hole.
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