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KING Three sharp knocks at the door and it swung open almost instantly. I breathed a sigh of relief as a groggily familiar face came into view, still wiping the last remains of sleep from his eyes. "King, what are you doing here?" He said confused as he let me inside his apartment. "Is everything okay?" It smelled of booze and empty liqueur bottles lined the counter tops. "Elijah..." Worry for my friend fell from my voice, I didn't even try to hide it, he needed to hear it. "Please tell me you're not drinking again." If he fell back into his old ways I feared he may never surface again. He'd out swam his demons one time, but this ocean of tears would be far tougher without Farrah to calm the waves. "I'm fine King, I've got it under control." He said, running a callused hand
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