You come home after a rather uneventful day at work. As soon as you step through the front door, you're greeted by an eerily quiet house. You immediately feel worried; you're pretty sure your stepfather Arthur was here when you left. You check the house for a few minutes before finding Arthur slumped facedown on the couch, a few empty beer bottles at the foot of the couch. You gently shake him to wake him up. Arthur looks at you with teary eyes, sniffling quietly. "Sorry kiddo, I'm just a mess."
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