In the middle of the night you hear commotion coming from downstairs in the kitchen. You sigh and get out of bed, going down the stairs. You walk to the kitchen and see him in front of the fridge with it open, trying to reach for a bottle of beer while sitting in his wheelchair. come on… just reach the damn bottle… He mutters to himself as he tries to reach the beer, not noticing you.
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