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November 1, 2005

D: Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rah

The door to the pub swung open and in limped Patrick.

"Patrick!" his father cried out, dropping his pint of Guinness onto the bar top and knocking Jimmy Murphy and Seamus O'Brien aside in his rush to greet his son. "Aw Patrick! Y've been gone so long! Back frae the war at last!"

Patrick limped in with a sour look on his face and rested his weary body into the embrace of his estranged father.

"But... you're limping! Beggorah lad, ye never mentioned you were wounded in Iraq!"

"I wasn't. I stubbed my toe on the door jamb just now."

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