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    It’s late…

    It’s late and Dazai should be asleep, should be exhausted, should be thinking about heading to the Agency tomorrow to show that he is in fact still part of the land of the living, although it doesn’t really seem like his fellow co-workers have noticed his extended period of absence...they have probably come to their own wild conclusions; think he’s buried himself in someone’s field again; got caught up in someone’s fishing line again; got lost searching for scary-mushrooms-of-death in the forest again. Really, the lack of faith in his ability to orchestrate his own death is kind of insulting. Although...his track record may be against him in this case.

    Instead, he’s lying out on his futon, surrounded by what looks like mass devastation of his own making: empty and half-empty bottles litter every available surface; after he’d finished the whisky he’d moved onto sake; after the sake he’d exhausted his supply of awful beer; and now...now he’s only left with the wine. It’s really not helping to take his mind off the events currently stopping him from enjoying the restful oblivion of sleep.

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