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It was rare, a rare time not to have someone dropping by in the evening at his home. Over the last few weeks, since announcing the passing of his cat, yes Fusker, his friends had been making excuses to stop by to see him.
But tonight, he was alone, telling those who called that he needed a night alone.
Armed with the standard films of keeping him busy, he put in Where Eagles Dare, and sat down with his glass of wine to just drift and be on his own. And if he cried, he had no one to witness.