by Dave James

Boris sighed as he drained the last of the whiskey into
a dirty coffee cup. He walked across the room and sank into
an old leather chair. There was a knock on the door.
Slowly he looked up. "Damn!" he said, "my 55 words are up,
and I don't even know who's out there."
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