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"That's my medicine," Louie said.
"I don't think so, Louie," I said, looking askance at the weathered little man at my door, dressed in dirty, mismatched clothes.
His statement was to get me to overlook the boozy aroma emanating from his entire personage and especially from his mouth, which had led me to observe, "You've been drinking."
Louie was one of my "regulars," a person who could be counted on to show up at my door at least once a month seeking material help to tide him over until his next welfare check arrived.
"I don't think so, Louie," I said, looking askance at the weathered little man at my door, dressed in dirty, mismatched clothes.
His statement was to get me to overlook the boozy aroma emanating from his entire personage and especially from his mouth, which had led me to observe, "You've been drinking."
Louie was one of my "regulars," a person who could be counted on to show up at my door at least once a month seeking material help to tide him over until his next welfare check arrived.

