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Chapter I – fade to nothing Paul wasn't necessarily the squeamish type, but having a strange man's vomit on his leg wasn't high on his list of pleasurable experiences. He couldn't believe he was going to buy the guy a coffee. What would he have said - Thank you for having a seizure on me back there, how is your latte? But this is who I am, Paul thought as he slipped off his trousers and threw them into the wastebasket beneath the sink. Good old Paul. Nice guy Paul. Cheated on by every girlfriend, passed over for every promotion, easily intimidated; and now puked upon. He walked to the bed of his rented room and sat down. A wave of