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’
Drowning
your
sorrows
,
are
you
?
’
I
HAVE
NO
SORROWS
.
’
No
,
of
course
not
.
Forget
I
mentioned
it
.
’
He
gave
the
glass
a
few
more
wipes
.
’
Just
thought
it
helps
to
have
someone
to
talk
to
,
’
he
said
.
The
stranger
was
silent
for
a
moment
,
thinking
.
Then
he
said
:
You
WANT
TO
TALK
TO
ME
?
’
Yes
.
Sure
.
I
’
m
a
good
listener
.
’
NO
-
ONE
EVER
WANTED
TO
TALK
TO
ME
BEFORE
.
’
That
’
s
a
shame
.
’
THEY
NEVER
INVITE
ME
TO
PARTIES
,
YOU
KNOW
.
’
Tch
.
’
THEY
ALL
HATE
ME
.
EVERYONE
HATES
ME
.
I
DONT
HAVE
A
SINGLE
FRIEND
.
