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“Here’s to the night, to the drunk, to the obscene! To the motherfuckers who think they can hold me down!” He took a swig of the last dregs, the bitter liquid slamming his throat. He swallowed hard, a cough escaping his chest. “Goddamn it, I’m still alive— just barely, but alive.” The music was loud, the company was great,