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You can stay here, until
Nine a.m. tomorrow morning.
There is bread and in the
Fridge there is some milk.
If you want, there is more
Whiskey over on the TV.
If you smoke anything other
Than cigarettes in here, I
Have a Dutch-made hammer.

The body of him swayed
Over the half-conscious mime
Pale and indistinct like a
Dreamfigure, pausing to knock
Back whiskey and to close
His red and moist eyes.
Is there somewhere I can
Wash this off? He gestured
Vaguely to his own face.
Pierrot swayed close to him.
No. No water. Milk or whisky.