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Bassett-eyed, slightly tipsy Miniver sits -- or rather lounges -- staring at the window to the end of the universe.
It's just started a new cycle.
He's trying to draw a life lesson from this. Depending upon which way it goes, he may either laugh at it or start crying. He can't decide which it is just now. The thought process is a journey fraught with hills and valleys. And ice cubes. He's also nursing his second whisky-on-the-rocks and wondering where he's going to sleep tonight.
"Here" doesn't sound like such a terrible suggestion.
It's just started a new cycle.
He's trying to draw a life lesson from this. Depending upon which way it goes, he may either laugh at it or start crying. He can't decide which it is just now. The thought process is a journey fraught with hills and valleys. And ice cubes. He's also nursing his second whisky-on-the-rocks and wondering where he's going to sleep tonight.
"Here" doesn't sound like such a terrible suggestion.