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lying lifeless on the couch. I feel sorry
for him, the thought of someone you love
out there. The uncertainty. I make my
way back to the kitchen, and it's then I
realize that something sounds different. It
hits me. The snoring. I'm about to make
a run for it when strong hands grab me
by the shoulder. "Who are you?" he
slurs.
