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[ Direct follow up to this post][Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to

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Are you all right?

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Ahahah ahehe, aahh... [Awgawd, it hurts to laugh.]

Ah. Not really.

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[Damn. He has nothing to help this man right now.]

Can you tell me what's wrong?

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[He looks up. Nice nosebleed going there.]

Just a headache.

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[Normally something very easy to fix. Not so now.]

Your nose... Can you walk?