Gene's nights of drunken oblivion were all during the day. They had to be; he worked the third shift six days a week at a nearby institution. At first he didn't mind so much. It was sort of like inverted Bukowski, and Gene was just young enough and romantic enough and so thoroughly green enough to find that appealing. The years had gone by and not
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I love that sentence.
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Oh, golly.
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