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5.06. Afternoon. The sun was peeking out, winking cheekily in the spaces between buildings and other objects of great height. I felt tired, very tired and a little bit drunk. That was probably just the bourbon speaking. I was sick of watching the sun cackle at another unproductive day – all it had to do was spread some rays and the quota was fulfilled. Easiest shit, really. Get low behind the buildings, big old sun, get back low down there.