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He smelled of alcohol and smoke. Saying something, his words sounded like animalistic grunts and my ears deciphered not a single syllable. Somewhere between the waking world and dream, I slumbered, wishing for nothing more than the sandman to sprinkle his sleeping sand upon my face. Tired from a long work week, I needed and deserved a good night's rest. "Roll over," the voice said. I understood his grunt and in a comatose state, acquiesced to the command.

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