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that is. I walk into the living room and

still when I hear soft snoring. What the

actual fuck? Nobody is supposed to be

here. I move slowly toward the snoring

and see a hand holding a bottle of

whiskey, inches from crashing onto the

floor. I decide to chance it and pry the

bottle from the man's hand. He's

completely out of it. Kurt. Chelsea's

boyfriend. Poor guy. I move away from

his sleeping form. He's harmless.