137: Bar None

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I walked in to Bar None and headed to the bar. It was still empty, so I struck up a conversation with the bartender.

"That name's a solid pun," I said.

She frowned as she poured my beer. "The sign is a typo."

"Does that mean you won't let just anyone in this place?" I asked.

"Everyone is welcome, provided they behave themselves," She said.

"And what if they don't behave themselves?" I asked, mischievously. She reached for something under the counter. Lighting quick, she struck the back of my hand with a ruler. She smirked and adjusted her habit.

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