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Writer's POV
Andre steps into the bar and look around until his eyes fell on Michael.... He's by the counter, drinking some beers.
Andre took long strides towards him and taps him on his shoulder.
Michael sees him and smiled drunkenly.
"Andreee, man... you're here..." He slurs, he snaps his hand. "Hey, get me another glass!"
Andre looked at the empty bottles on the table and frown.... seven bottles gone.
"Michael, did something happen? Why did you drink so much?"
Michael chuckles.
"I.. I.. don't need... an occasion to drink, man"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Andre threw Michael's arm around his shoulders and begin to help him out.
"W-here are..." Hiccup. ".... You" hiccup. "Taking... me" he hiccuped.
"I'm taking you home" Andre replies.
"No.. no, I need more beer... beer will make me forget"
Andre doesn't know how to care for anyone, this is the utmost care... that's, taking him home.
"S-she... aborted our baby... My wife.. aborted our.. baby" he grumbled...
Andre successfull
