Ten minutes ago I found my (ill) brother in the living room downstairs, holding two garden hoses, which he'd gone and fetched from, well, the garden, and dragged inside. These hoses are huge and he's standing there clutching them, them draped around his neck, and I ask him, 'Why do you have the hoses?', and I get, 'I just fucking do, fuck off', and
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