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I watched him wake up - the anger in the cover thrown back, and the stabbing hand trying to find spectacles - before he even spoke.
‘Your family are waiting for you.‘
‘Baloney, they’re a bunch of losers.’
I rested my scythe on the bed and sat down. The morning ritual had begun.
Random word: awake
Do not go gently into the night