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... t blond hair sat by the dilapidated dining table inside the house.
Before him was the half-collapsed table, and spilled stew and hard rye bread scattered all over the floor.
He reached up and grabbed his hair, his right hand, encased in a black armguard, almost tearing the hair out. Redness and blood could be faintly seen at the roots.
It seemed only through this method could he alleviate his stress somewhat.
He grabbed a bottle of cheap gin from the table, a popu ...
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