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The fucking Sunday Friend.

I would rather not get into the complete details, but that is the true monster who I have become. I do not slum it where my Martin Martinaise lives on Sundays, instead having them take a taxi across the river to me every Sunday for a few hours. They leave later with some extra reál to help them survive the week in their difficult Martinaise life, during which we are supposed to pretend to not know one another. I get dressed while they smoke on the balcony, and then real life resumes until the next Sunday.

Martin Martinaise does not want to be rescued, but does want a break every Sunday from reality.