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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 91 hummed softly in his ear. When he felt better, she made a gift for him of a bottle he recognized as the fifth of gin Anthony had shattered on the street. "Where'd you get this?" "I went for a walk earlier and found it all over the road." "There are no cracks," Feste noticed, "It isn't even chipped." "I fixed it." "Why?" "I had to. I couldn't help it," Lindsay said, and told him on his way out please tell whoever was next in line to come in. The Walking Undead Kell arrived at the party to find Anthony brooding on the front porch, and Kell could tell by looking at him the party had been a disaster. Anthony hadn't minded a few people smoking near an open window, but before he knew it everyone had lit up and the house was lousy with smoke, some of it legal, some of it not. It would be in the carpet, the walls. His mom would definitely notice. All the potted houseplants had been used as ashtrays. The upstairs bathtub had been filled with whiskey and ice that for some unknown reason wouldn't drain. There'd be no hiding that. Somebody, allegedly Popsicle, had urinated in the washing-machine. Someone had nuked an aluminum butter-knife which shorted out the microwave and set the wall on fire. The outlet didn't work anymore and the surrounding wallpaper was charred. Anthony had to admit he didn't see what was so cool about being grindcore. The only benefits as far as he could tell were ringing ears, a perpetual hangover, and the |