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Stay in bed and suffer the alarm, or get out and suffer the day. He made the same decision as always. Waking up hadn't always felt this bad, but then he had grown up. Downstairs and a shot of the black stuff set him up to take on the day. He knew that it would kick out later, leaving him drained and shaky. He would keep topping up until he couldn't sleep. Perhaps it would be best to admit the addiction, cut out the coffee and move straight onto crack. On second thoughts, it would probably be better to have some breakfast, take a shower and go and catch the bus...
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