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*Sean was sitting by the fire, drinking whiskey. He was laughing with the others. He was having a good time. He was happy to be back. He was also drunk. He was drunker than usual. He was drinking more than usual. He was drinking more than he should have. He was drinking more than he could handle. He was drinking more than he could take. He was drinking more than he could hold. He was drinking more than he could carry. He was drinking more than he could walk. He was drinking more than he could stand. He was drinking more than he could sit. He was drinking more than he could lay down. He was drinking more than he could breathe. He was drinking more than he could think. He was drinking more than he could feel. He was drinking more than he could see. He was drinking more than he could hear. He was drinking more than he could taste. He was drinking more than he could smell. He was drinking more than he could touch. He was drinking more than he could move. He was drinking more than he could live. He was drinking more than he could die. He was drinking more than he could be. He was drinking more than he could have. He was drinking more than he