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| ted the man on the back good-naturedly. "But in my condition, I'm not sure who I would and wouldn't remember." |

| "You didn't say what you're celebratin'," the stranger said, eyeing the folded piece of paper that was partially hanging from Crispin's shirt pocket. "Care to share some good news with me?" |

| Crispin shrugged. "Guess so," he said. He laughed into his ale as he took another deep swallow, then once again grabbed the paper from his pocket. He began waving it in the air for all to see. "In fact I'm goin' to share the news with everyone and then buy a round of drinks." |

| "Sounds good to me," the stranger said, casting a look over his shoulder at a man slouched over in a wheelchair in a shadowed corner of the pub. "I'm sure there's more than one person who's interested in what you have to say." |

| "I know two people in particular who're waitin' to hear the good news," Crispin said, thrusting the paper back inside his pocket. "They're goin' to become parents legally to a damn fine boy. And I'm goin' to be the proudest godfather ever there was in Australia." |

| "Oh?" the stranger prodded. "And who are these parents?" |

| "Ashton and Sasha York," Crispin announced loudly. He stood up and looked around the room. For an instant his gaze stopped at the man in the wheelchair, seeing something about him that was familiar, yet through his drunken haze unable to make out what. |

| He shrugged and continued looking around the room. "I'm sure you all know Ashton," he boasted. |

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