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[Clink of his glass bottle on the table. Time for a cigarette. Quick. He's so chatty, so fucking eager to talk. It only makes all he's feeling on the inside boil more. Why won't he say more. Why is he acting like he's being kept away?]
There are boxes.
[That Freddy can already see.]