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The children sat in the room in the light of only a weak burgundy floor lamp and in absolute silence. All five sat with their arms around their legs, their heads buried in their knees. They still can’t drink much, I thought, entering this haven of sufferers.

- How are you?

“Hangover,” Wagner answered dryly.

In a low, relaxed voice, I slowly, almost in a singsong voice, began to talk about the cosmogonic ideas of the Jedi.

- In addition to a hangover, by and large, there is nothing in this universe. At first there was nothing at all. Then something appeared on the detsel, and then suddenly “Bam!” and a Hangover appeared, who created everything around us. Hangover - dude, Hangover - brother, Praise Hangover! I chanted a mantra, and with that, a delivery man entered the room with a keg of lager beer and a stack of pizza boxes.

All this fit on the table, the guys and girls jumped out of bed and wandered towards him with a zombie gait. They poured beer and drank. The people cheered and beg
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