After a few minutes, the feeling wore off. Gary seemed to feel fine again. "Hmm, must have been nothing". Gary muttered to himself, enjoying the rest of his pint. After paying finishing up his drink he decided to head home. If he was tired, he could do with putting his feet up. Gary walked across the square to his house, with the slight feeling of anticipation in knowing he was going home to Dawn. He unlocked the front door and entered his house. It was a bit messy, with stack of clothes and tools on the floor. His and Minty's West Ham United memorobilia hung proudly from the walls.
Gary then heard someone call and he looked around the house to see who it was. It was...?
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