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I remember the night when he called me.

He sounded... sad.

He was pleading me to come over.

And I did.

Once he opened the door to his flat, he embraced me in his strong hug.

First I felt really happy and I didn't want him to ever let go of me.

But then I smelled alcohol breath coming out of his mouth.

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