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Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Letterkenny (location)

So, I finally get to Seamus’s place. He’s still standing there, looking like a lost puppy. I can’t help but tease him. “You know, you could’ve just called a locksmith, right?” He rolls his eyes, but I can see he’s relieved I showed up. We finally get him back inside, and he offers me a pint. I’m like, “You owe me more than a pint, mate!”

Television presenter Ryan Tubridy enjoys an evening in Letterkenny's Yellow Pepper