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Chapter 5
Chapter 5Bart opened the door to the quiet, dark apartment and flicked on the light switch just inside. Light flooded the living room. Ronnie lay sprawled out on the couch, passed out. A line of vomit trailed from his mouth, down his chin, and to his shirt, which was vomit covered. Gritting his teeth, he surveyed the empty beer bottles littering the room, as well as bits of sandwich, half eaten cookies, and crushed chips on the carpet. He closed his eyes briefly but when he opened them the sight greeting him hadn’t changed. Sighing heavily, Bart picked up the bottles first and took them to the kitchen trash. The kitchen looked as bad as the living room, with food-hardened plates stacked in the sink. After picking up the rest of the trash in the living room, he did the dishes. What he wo
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