The man-child swallowed hard.

It was strange, no one seemed to understand him these days. So many attempts to communicate did nothing but frustrate. Sigh.

He felt so alone.

To function, he normally drank three beers each night. Tonight he felt he needed another. It would help, calm. Then more preparation, action, and no more talk. Tomorrow would be stressful.

Tomorrow would be good.

 

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