Fat batty and cider

A large-eyed bottle blonde woman and her weather-beaten faced male companion, walking a little too fast of a sunny Saturday morning:

Fat Cat… Fat Cat was there all night, sitting over a Magner’s… I told him, ‘he’s a batty boy’…

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