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BEER. Or Vat 69
A broken tv.
“It’s broken!” Murphy yelled, waking his brother form a restful sleep. Connor slowly opened an eye to look at his twin seeing him kneeling in front of the television, pounding on the top.
“You pounding on it won’t help anything…” He murmured as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He looked over at his brother, taking the cigarette from his mouth. “But it’s all fuzzy.”
Connor got off his bed, his blue boxers hanging low on his slender hips, and staggered toward the television set. He squinted at the small screen and reached toward the buttons on the side.
“What are you doing? I almost had the fucking thing working…” Murphy insisted as he took a sip of his beer and puffed on his cigarette.
The news station came on as Connor changed the channel. He turned to his brother and sighed slightly before heading back to his bed. “Goodnight Murphy…”