Charlie stood under the porch light at the back of the house and squinted down the barrel of his beer. He swirled the bottle in tiny circles, watching the liquid spiral and foam, then tipped his head back and drank it off. Tossed the bottle out into the night. It glanced off a water tank with a clang and thudded down somewhere in the neighbour’s yard. There were muffled voices, a light in a window. Farther away the clamant barking of a dog.
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