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Dylan's glasses had fogged up again.

Through the haze he could see Aunty Yvonne, dressed only in her panties, jump off the bed, stand next to Ken, and try to roll him onto his side.

Ken's annual back-attack had struck.

Even through the concrete floor Dylan could hear his dad yelling.

Perhaps he should go down and help 

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