HIM
He groaned at the pain in his arms as he gingerly climbed over the barbed wire fence, careful to avoid getting pricked again. The last time he tried to climb it, one of the spikes had cut his thigh and made him bleed. The wound was still not completely healed. Of course, the last time, he had been drunk. This time he was sober, but was planning to get drunk.
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