Literature
Allo Allo: Another Spoof
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As the bells chimed to herald the arrival of someone entering the café, René glanced up from the Cognac he was pouring out. It was rather quiet, and only a few scattered customers were seated in the warm interior, sheltering from the frosty November morning. For a moment, he almost wished that another local would be entering, so he could forget about the ongoing war for just a while. But alas, it was another of those blasted German soldiers, they who ceaselessly shot innocent civilians for a little power. With a sigh, he started off towards the tables with the brandy in hand, but something about the customer made him st