like a late september afternoon, old Harvey blew into the foyer, and collapsed like a matchstick bridge. meanwhile, his nephews were off playing with cats on the lawn, screaming obscenities at passers by. "it's good to have friends", Harvey muttered, as his deep mahogany breath gradually cast a haze throughout the room, ensuring that no one would remain sober ever again.
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