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"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he continued on, oblivious to any discomfort. "It's just that restless feeling." Passing by his house he stopped suddenly and swayed on the spot while he tried to decide what they were to do next.
It took a few moments but he started moving again when he'd finally reached a decision. "What about that 'ouse you mentioned? We can go take a closer look," he suggested, letting them into his place so he could grab another bottle of whatever was most handy. "Why's it empty anyway? I didn't snatch 'em."