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When i was little, about 5-9 i would visit my mate up the road. Her dad seemed to be always drunk and would sort of kneel face down in his armchair! We had to get past him to get to the stairs and it was like getting past a bear. He would grab your leg as quick as lightening and then you were stuffed cos he wouldnt let go until his wife got up and starting yelling and kicking at him to let go! It was quite traumatic. And on the nights that i slept over we would hear him puking his guts up over the partition wall! Yuk
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