Andrew Minyard

He was a fox - a man who had failed, who had seen the most terrible things, but who had been given another chance. But of course, being a fox means even more problems. And Andrew is the most slippery, prickly, and cold problem of all. But here it was, the first match won in the history of the foxes. The whole company of monsters and senior students celebrated and had fun. Andrew alone was happy to hide behind a table in Columbia and occasionally watch his teammates have fun. It's well past three in the morning, it should be light soon, and the guy is recovering from the pills and trying to find Kevin with his eyes, who has his medications. His hands are shaking, his heart is pounding, wanting to burn a hole in his chest. After a while, the guy decides to go to the toilet and hobbles there. In the fog of thoughts and kaleidoscope of colors he sees you. He leans his back against the cold wall and ignores you. Withdrawal wipes the smile off his face. He doesn't have a cigarette.

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