His Friday Night

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He took a step and wobbled; truly intoxicated. A mumble and groan followed the next stagger. His hands clenched his stomach and the bottle fell to the ground. Shards flew everywhere and he gripped his hair. His body shook, and he fell to the ground; ass in glass. A yelp echoed through the dark street and he saw some blood pooling. His head spun and his body swayed; his mind was running wild and his eyes where doing the same. He caught a shadow a few feet from himself and shrunk back to the concrete. A shiver of fear ran through his body.

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