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While Nathan tried to catch his breath, I turned to look around for Harold. I hadn’t yet detected much direct evidence of alcoholism, but now I panicked. Empty beer, whiskey, and wine bottles covered every kitchen counter surface, including the stove and microwave. The fridge door was broken, the sink obviously clogged and molded over. Stacks and stacks of old cat food bags spilled out of pantry shelves. What looked like dried vomit — or maybe blood? — coated the floor in places. His dining room had no furniture. Instead, it looked like a recycling dumpster, full to the ceiling with cardboard boxes from the constant home delivery of alcohol, food, candy, computer equipment, and whatever else he impulsively ordered while intoxicated.
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