Today's OneWord: Charms

"They were after my lucky charms," he grumbled to me in the small pub on the outskirts of Limerick. I had found him with his top hat to the side, his green coat tangled around his shoulders, swigging from a tall glass of Guinness. He swept a thick strand of red hair from his exasperated eyes and groaned a smelly groan. "They were always after my lucky charms."

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