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The fluorescent lights of Biddies hummed low and yellow, casting a greasy glow over the sticky floor and the haze of cheap beer. Outside, the Cork night was damp and cool, the last of a spring drizzle slicking the pavement, but inside it was all heat and noise—the clatter of glasses, the roar of lads at the pool table, the tinny beat of an old Arctic Monkeys track. I leaned back in the booth, the vinyl creaking under my weight, a half-empty pint in front of me. The lads were already deep in some shite talk about Hurley drills and who got off with who over the break, but my mind was elsewhere. Two weeks at that camp had been a blur of sprints and sliotars, and now, finally, she was coming back. The door swung open, and the night air slipped in with a rush of female laughter. Heels clicke…