Bartender:  “Oh, listening to this song for the tenth time tonight warms the cockles of my cynical little heart too, but you actually look like a man carrying a big, bright torch.”

Clive:  “Am I that obvious?”

Bartender:  “Sweetie, I’d know that doe eyed look anywhere. I got my fair share of them back in the day.”

Clive:  “Well, she probably has enough men at her beck and call.”

Bartender:  “She does! Every night, it’s the same men, or different men. All willing to storm Troy for her if she asked.”

Clive:  :|

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