Throw Him Away and Get a New One

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said the man. He sat on the bed and hauled out a small bottle of brandy. “So you sleep with your clothes and shoes on, do you?”

“I don’t see that’s any concern of yours.”

“It’s just an observation. I ain’t criticising. Between you and me, I’ve been wearing these clothes the best part of three days. Slept in them too. And you want to know why?”

“No,” said Angus. “I do not.”

The man opened his brandy bottle and tossed aside the top. He took a heavy draft and sighed like a great weight had been dissipated. “I’ve lost everything. My wife, my kids, my house, my job. All gone!”

“I know the feeling. Now will you shut up and let me sleep?”

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