"And it wasn't just Stella, either. He loved Budweiser too, and Miller, and Kronenbourg. He loved all cheap drink. He was a booze whore and would go with anyone if the price was right. There was even a brief dalliance with cider when it was on a special offer but a few bottles made him queasy, so he returned to his beery lovers and wallowed and boozed and got further lost to me with each passing day"
"Now, I like the freaks and I'd rather have a dead fox text than some simpering 'hey
babes, saw this sunset and thot of u' crap. But even though Foxy Doctor had told me where he lived, how much he earned, told me of his divorce and his new personalised licence plate on his car, he wouldn't tell me what he was called. Even now, he was boldly texting me pictures of the interior of his home, yet felt cagey about revealing his name. It was like strutting down the street naked, but keeping a wee hat on for modesty."
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