Cousin Ben reviews his handy work. Suddenly he begins to feel ill. Too many raviolis, beer, champagne and scotch, he thinks. His melancholy mood drives him to seek comfort. He misses his Missy Sophia.
Cousin Ben crawls to the bed, finds his cell phone, and makes a quick call to his beloved. After slurring some endearments, he hangs up.
Feeling somewhat satisfied, slightly dizzy and a bit lost, Cousin Ben prepares himself for sleep. The day is finally over. Montreal has wiped him clean full of his senses.
Sweet dreams, Cousin Ben. Tomorrow is another day.
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