He's lying on my couch. He'll want to go drinking tonight. i haven't seen him in years. i really can't stand him, and i'm aware why i was glad to see him go back then, off to dark continents and brutal CO's. He looks so pathetic and tame while he sleeps, curled up in his own odours; he didn't even take his boots off when he slumped in a heap on the
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