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The Snuggly Duckling was a frequent stop for Ralph, especially on the weekends when he didn’t have to work in the morning. He’d been drinking his beer, minding his own business, when the most gorgeous woman walked in. What was a gal like her doing in a place like this, he wondered. He’d had a few more drinks, watched her mingle and bat her eyelashes at a man behind the counter who Ralph recognized as the owner. Still, he couldn’t help but watch her. After another drink or two he began feeling confident. Maybe enough to talk to her? Yeah, definitely. He downed the rest of his drink and stood up, slightly wobbling but easily caught his balance. He may have been drunk but he wasn’t completely hammered. So, he walked up to the bar where she was sat and took a seat in the spot next to her once it opened up. “Pardon me,” he said, “but I have to ask. Do you come here often? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”