[Len had expected the same thing, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was fate, or maybe they just got lucky. Or maybe they'd just made a big mistake, but he didn't think so. It was a good deal, a perfect little place, and he was confident they had found the right one.
He grinned and hopped over the bar, then hunted through the bottles, then he picked up one in particular]
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He grinned and hopped over the bar, then hunted through the bottles, then he picked up one in particular]
Fireball whiskey?