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It's funny how time flies. Especially when you're not paying attention. Last night for instance, we had a bunch of mates over for drinks and the like. Many cigarettes were smoked, many stories told and then all of a sudden Nora says: "Sorry lads, but I'm afraid it's past my bedtime" and toddles off. So I look at the clock and sure enough it's four thirty in the morning! So I told 'em they could crash at mine or I'd call them all taxis home. Most of 'em stayed, lazy bastards. They're all gone now though. Now it's just me and my cup of coffee, and Nora in the background telling me to hurry up as we have to go somewhere. I don't question the missus. I just live here.