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Subconsciously,

Thumb and forefinger pulling,

Nipping at the burgundy upholstery,

He thought:

I can feel my whiskers growing.

And:

Which of these demons can I deal with.

And:

Are any of them ghosts?

And:

My stomach is empty.

And:

This too shall pass.

As the fire flicked reminders off his barely four year old wedding ring.