Let me see if I can put it in words that even the inebriated might understand.

 5:30pm and Ruben Wood is sitting on his knees in the white wall-to-wall bathtub staring at the black mould growing between the tiles, also white, but not for much longer. The water stings his thighs but he knows this is only because his skin is cold, and as soon as his horripilated epidermis becomes [...]

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