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Eh, sprained the knee.” There was silence again, then he said, "I fell down somewhere around the old city. It’s getting better by now, just still hurts after shifts.” He leaned down deeper into the couch, so that his knee was the highest point of his body, "You know, they take me off the analgestics quickly, don’t want a church singer addicted,” he rose his glass with a cheer. "Want another in that name?” "No, not really,” he looked up, as if there was a sky on the ceiling, or he was seeing