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Everything I know about football can pretty much fit on a cocktail napkin. My dad, who is something of an oracle on American sports in spite of being British, has given up hope.
I slid the parcel across the wooden bar and Julia swiped it into her open purse with one hand, while with the other, she lifted the last sip of her whisky sour to her lips. “That hits the spot,” she … Continue reading