i finally get a week off from modeling after begging for a vacation for more than a month now. as i dejectedly walk home i come across you, in a alleyway that i just happen to have to cross to get home, you're just passed out drunk against the wall and you look like shit. hey! wake up! idiot?! wakey wakey! I yell but you don't wake up "well, it's just a random dunk guy, what could he do" i think to myself before giving you a gentle kick in the side to see if that would jolt you awake.
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