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The Bachelor Party

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​ALISTAIR'S POV:

​The private room at the back of the restaurant is warm and dimly lit, it's a place that feels intimate without being pretentious. The walls are lined with old photographs, the tables covered in white linen, the candles flickering softly in the center of each one. The food is incredible, the wine is flowing, and the conversation is easy and relaxed. The soft clinking of silverware against fine china fills the space as the waiters quietly move around the table.

​This is my bache
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