A couple sitting by the window in a pub. She is made up and drinking white wine. He has a corduroy jacket, dark hair and expressive gestures. She tells me that her initials spell SHAM. I commiserate. But, she goes on, it is not as bad as her grandfather's which, as a committed Muslim, spelled HAM.
With him I discuss the diminutive star of the Harry Potter franchise.
I tell them it is my birthday. They wish me a happy one and I return to my friends.
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