#FridayFeeling

The sky was the colour of a black eye. I turned up my coat collar and ambled down to the nearest bar. I’d earned a drink. It was 9.30am and I’d managed to get out of bed without killing myself. Time for a reward. I banged a fistful of dimes on the counter. ‘Tell me when I’ve drunk my way through that, Claude.’

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