So, Georges is sprawled across a couch, with a bottle of absinthe and a pile of papers nearby, writing rather busily. He's completely forgotten his birthday was yesterday; he looks like he hasn't gotten sleep in a few days. What can we say, when the muse finally appears, she arrives with a vengeance. (In other words, yes, he has been writing for
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