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Zak sat sadly on his sofa. He hadn't moved from it in three days. You could call him the "Sofa King"- if you were poggers enough. Zak sighed, calling the cops one more time to ask for Darryl. The cops wouldn't let him out, no matter what Zak said. Zak stared at the wall, his empty stomach the only sound in the room. "What am I gonna do?"

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