“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.
“You’ve made plans then?”
I shrugged. Students entered and exited. A bottle shattered behind the bar. Angus bit then chewed his dark bread.
“Oh, off to Corby, I suppose. Visit Mary.”
A young woman laughed at some bloke’s tale.
“Ah, Charlie, you ought to get away. Take a grand trip.”
Angus rubbed his eyes. “What? No. I’m not leaving Cambridge.”
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