So I drove to St. Louis. When I got there I asked the lady at the front desk if she knew where I could find my wife. She said, yes and pointed me to this small pub in the inn that looks like it came right out of England.
I went threw the door and scanned the room. It was not hard to find her. There were three guys and the bartender trying to make time with her, and I could not blame them.
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