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It was day like any other day in this decrepit little town. Dark and humid, with the faint stench of bad liquor.
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And it was never a good day when I woke up to that phone call. You know the one. When your gut is telling you to stay in bed, but you get up anyway.
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And that feeling just gets worse the later the day gets...
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