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"We go go go go choo choo!"

Stephen was such a good friend, except for the pushing. When they got through the Compound doors, Frank rolled to the side and ended up behind his roommate, hands on his shoulders now. "Keep going keep goin' walkin'," he mimicked, slurred but smiling, arms wrapping around Stephen's shoulders since he

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Oh dear God what was going on!?

Brilliantly, Stephen said, "Oh dear God what's going on!?"

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"...only like Shakespeare. They're all Shakespeare this, Shakespeare that, but you know where the real magic lies? Proust. Marcel Proust. Probably the best writer that ever lived."

Frank hung off Stephen's back, patting his hand against his friend's chest, fiddling with the shirt buttons.

"À la recherche du pomps terdu, temps perdu, a la recherche du temps perdu. Tada. Have I told you I'm writing a book?" His chin dropped heavily onto his roommate's shoulder, his words suddenly weary. He half-groaned. "I wanna sleep, Stephen." Maybe he could sleep here.

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Frank was undressing him! Stephen batted at Frank's hands desperately.

"Would you speak English??" he demanded, fighting his way to the elevator. "And we're almost there."

There was a pause, then he added, "I wrote a book," as if Frank hadn't read it already.

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"And I read it," Frank slurred, tumbling through the elevator doors and only stopping when he bumped into the wall opposite. "It was total, total, total, total, total--" His eyes widened as he threw up in his mouth a little, unable to do anything else but swallow it again. He rested his head in the corner. "Yuck. Total, total..." And waved a hand futilely for Stephen as he slipped down to the floor. His butt hit it hard and his head tipped back, mouth hanging open as he passed out. But not before he'd blurted in a wild voice "CRAAAAAA...", losing consciousness before he'd finished the word.