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"The fried chicken man is here!" Charlie exclaimed, laughing as he walked across my yard.
Charlie's hair was blowing about wildly in the wind as usual. I told him we are going to get him a toupee and some super glue to which he chuckled.
"Now dammit! I was born bald," Charlie said jesting.
Heir Charlie was also the bearer of my many medications as well. I was so glad to see him and the Magster was, too! I can get lonely in this little house by myself all day. Dad says that is a good sign that I am recovering. I never got lonely when I was drinking. John Barleycorn was my best friend.
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