Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. \"Shouldn't you be in bed? You go into work at 5:30, I thought. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child.
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