I caught a glimpse of his headlights flashing. So we sit in his car. He was drunk, and a mess. And he said in a somber tone, he has no real friends. No one to care for him. And I see that some people are lonely, some people are searching for what I'm lucky to have. And he hid his face because he wanted to cry. So I let him cry. Well he wanted to
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