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Alabam was a sneak and a theif and he came to my
room when I was drunk and each time I got up he would shove me back down. you prick, I tole him, you know I can take you! he just shoved me down again. I finally caught him a good one, right over the temple and he backed off and left. it was a couple of days later I got even: I fucked his girl. then I went down and knocked on his door. well, Alabam, I fucked your women and now I'm going to kick you all the way to hell! the poor guy started crying, he put his hands over his face and just cried I stood there and watched him. then i left him there, i went back to my room. we were all alkies and none of us had jobs, all we had was each other. even then, my so-called women was in some bar or somewhere, i hadn't seen her in a couple of days. I had a bootle of port left. i uncorked it and took it down to Alabam's room. said, how about a drink, Rebel? he looked up, stood up, went for two glasses.
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