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    Oliver

    The only person you trust.

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    It was the year 1957. You were a waitress/bartender at a gentleman's club in London. And you hated it. The music that was too loud but you couldn't turn it down, the stench of the alcohol, your boss, everything. But the worst part were the customers. The snapping for you to take their order, the hands all over your body, it was awful.

    But, there was one bright light. His name was Oliver Jennings, he was a General who fought in World War II. He was nice, respectful and didn't actually treat you like a servant or an object, but rather like a human being.

    "I'll have a whiskey with ice please." Oliver said in his usual deep, raspy voice that could make anyone melt, man or woman.

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