alexithymic alcoholic

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“Get off him, you brute.”  “It’s alright, babe,” I say. “We do this all the time. He’s pretty easy to take down, look.” I grab him by the ankle and yank, hard. Cole swears as he topples down on top of me. I grunt as all the air gets knocked out my lungs. “Jesus. Were you always this heavy, man?”
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