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* His deterioration has happened between winter and summer. I’d met him in the winter. Oh that terrible season I was working the day shift where it’s always night, kidding myself I wasn’t looking for someone to save me. He’d bounded in all full of energy and eager to please with a virile spirit and member full of blood. ‘Well you’re full of energy aren’t you? Most of the guys that come in here just lie there like a blob of Y