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Francis sidled slowly along the path by himself, for once without the company of his friends, or a seemingly one-time-use woman, on a rather grey and dreary day, a wet ground beneath his shoes. Lately, he’d felt like his carnal habits were no longer satisfying; how long had he been stuck in the same routine, indulging himself in the basic desires of the human body, wine, and short-lived romances? He’d forgotten how long it had been since he started, he’d been doing it for so long. So, he’d moved, in the hopes his notoriety in his private life (which wasn’t really so private), wouldn’t follow him, for a fre