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“You think he’d learn not to shake his fucking cup by now,” Crawford murmured, staring off at a grey-bearded individual down the ways, his Guinness now gone dry. His own drink was being topped off, an easy task made up of nothing but bottle to glass. Looking up the waterwall of amber liquid, he was met with Vera. “Crags do the whole glass smashing thing with him yet?”















