When I was at Mr Antolini's, he was pretty drunk, and he was giving me this big talk about how he thought I was heading for a terrible fall and that I need to figure out what to do. I appreciated it and all, but I was so goddamn tired.
When I was asleep, I suddenly felt something on my head. I woke up and Mr Antolini was sat next to me patting me on the goddamn head! I couldn't get out of the apartment quick enough. I even left without my tie. Perverty stuff like that has happened to me about twenty times since I was a kid. I can't stand it.
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