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It's late.

A blue light from an old television is cast over the silhouette of a man. He is slumped over, asleep in an armchair, and has been drinking and smoking all night. Behind him, his young son timidly watches from the hallway. The house is in squalid conditions and there are fist-sized holes in the walls. The boy quietly moves from the hall, never taking his eyes from the sleeping man, to another more brightly lit room. As he goes, he passes by what seems to be the only tidy spot in the home--a shrine to his deceased mother. Upon the wall, above the urn, there is a wedding photo depicting happier times. It is surrounded by framed, pressed flowers from the bouquet.

The boy opens the refrigerator.