With unrelenting sorrow, the man quietly laid down in his hole. His world seemed to unravel before him, and before long, he could not tell reality from fantasy. Imaginations ran wild, convincing him of that which likely didn’t exist. Shovels above heaped dirt upon his body. The weight of it held him down as he drowned in the alcohol that filtered its way through the soil above.

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