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The
stranger
turned
unsteadily
and
looked
around
the
silent
room
.
THERE
’
S
NO
-
ONE
IN
THE
PLACE
BUT
YOU
AND
I
,
he
said
.
The
landlord
lifted
up
the
flap
and
came
around
the
bar
,
helping
the
stranger
down
from
his
stool
.
I
HAVEN
’
T
GOT
A
SINGLE
FRIEND
.
EVEN
CATS
FIND
ME
AMUSING
.
A
hand
shot
out
and
grabbed
a
bottle
of
Amanita
Liquor
before
the
man
managed
to
propel
its
owner
to
the
door
,
wondering
how
someone
so
thin
could
be
so
heavy
.
I
DON
’
T
HAVE
TO
BE
DRUNK
,
I
SAID
.
WHY
DO
PEOPLE
LIKE
TO
BE
DRUNK
?
IS
IT
FUN
?
’
Helps
them
forget
about
life
,
old
chap
.
Now
just
you
lean
there
while
I
get
the
door
open
—
’
FORGET
ABOUT
LIFE
.
HA
.
HA
.
’
You
come
back
any
time
you
like
,
y
’
hear
?
’
YOU
’
D
REALLY
LIKE
TO
SEE
ME
AGAIN
?
