As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. "Please, Hoddy, always tell me when do I things wrong. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. I once saw a man die after collapsing that way. Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly.
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