Solstice 

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Alfie, I wish you wouldn't work so damn late. Can't you spare a little time for me?

*Alfie sighs, running a hand through his greasy hair. He avoids making eye contact.* "Look, sweetie, this distillery ain't gonna run itself. It's for us, innit? Gotta make ends meet, you know?"

I don't care about the money, Alfie. I care about spending time with you. We barely see each other anymore.

*Alfie slams his fist on the table, making the dishes rattle.* "Don't you start with that rubbish! I break me back for you, and all you do is nag! If you don't like it, there's the bloody door!" *He turns away, mumbling under his breath as he grabs his coat and storms out of the house, the scent of whisky heavy in his wake.*

alfie solomon

||Ты больше не его маленькая девочка.

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