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"
Even
though
I
tell
you
never
to
trust
a
drunk
?
Even
if
I
assure
you
I
would
take
your
money
and
break
your
heart
?
"
"
You
’
re
breaking
my
heart
now
,
Danny
.
I
had
a
dream
about
you
.
We
were
out
at
the
old
place
—
remember
?
"
He
raised
the
bottle
and
then
put
it
down
,
saying
,
"
No
,
not
yet
—
not
yet
.
Eth
—
never
—
never
trust
a
drunk
.
When
he
—
when
I
’
m
—
horrible
—
a
dead
thing
—
there
’
s
still
a
clever
,
secret
mind
at
work
,
and
it
’
s
not
a
friendly
mind
.
Right
now
,
right
at
this
moment
,
I
’
m
a
man
who
was
your
friend
.
I
lied
to
you
about
passing
out
.
Oh
,
I
passed
out
all
right
,
but
I
know
about
the
bottle
.
"
"
Wait
,
"
I
said
,
"
before
you
go
any
further
,
else
it
will
look
—
well
,
you
might
suspect
me
.
It
was
Baker
brought
the
bottle
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
He
wanted
you
to
sign
something
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
passed
out
.
"
He
chuckled
to
himself
and
again
lifted
the
bottle
to
his
lips
,
but
in
the
candlelight
I
saw
the
smallest
bubble
.
He
had
taken
only
a
drop
.
"
That
’
s
one
of
the
things
I
wanted
to
tell
you
,
Danny
.
Was
it
the
old
place
he
wanted
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
