The scene: Sunday morning, 4-1-2007. Early sunlight shines on an ungainly pile of blankets in a second-story bedroom.
The sounds: Traffic noises, and the moaning of someone trying to block them out with a pillow over the ears.
The cat: Steering well clear of the tipped bottle at the foot of the bed. A patch of dark-stained carpet reeks of wine
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