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... He was content with scrounging throughout life as a beggar since he felt happiness no longer applied to him. And he would’ve died—drunk and forgotten on some backstreet—as the overbearing poison of alcohol dissolved his stomach lining.
And that would’ve been fine.
Just what did he have to live for?
His wife had passed.
His daughters had left the nest to mitigate elsewhere after he had turned his hand upon their cheeks in a fit of drunken rage upon losing his job a ...
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