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10.25.21


We opened the pub on Friday, and it was busy every night. Not heaving as in the pre-Covid days, bodies from wall to wall, me elbowing my way through hair and perfume and flying arms as I lifted glasses off tables. Still. It was the most crowded place I've been in since the pandemic started. No one was masked and folks would get too close or hover over you at the bar. We checked Covid certs off course, but I didn't feel safe. Now it's not a question of if I'll get Covid, but when.






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