In Real Life

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mind would say: ‘Go and get it checked out at the doctor’s, you fucking idiot.’
    But the thing is, as long as Paul doesn’t get it checked out, it could still be benign.
    He watches Damon chugging away on a full-strength B&H, complaining about how much he hates his job but doesn’t know quite what he wants to do instead, his lips all chapped, his huge forehead beaded with sweat, his ginger hair sticking up in brittle tufts, his eyes small and round and angry, and thinks: You lucky, lucky bastard.
    Take a big swig of your pint, Paul. It’s Friday night. You should be enjoying yourself. Relax. Take a few deep breaths. Just focus on what Damon is saying.
    Paul’s gaze drifts to the twenty-pack of B&H on the table between them.
    He takes his phone out of his pocket, checks it, puts it back, then looks at the fag packet again.
    â€˜Can I have a cig?’ he says.
    â€˜Is that really a good idea, mate?’
    But before Damon can stop him, Paul opens the pack, sticks one in his mouth and lights it.
    A little later, Paul stumbles up the stairs to his flat, fumbles with the key, gets the door open after three attempts, stumbles inside. He’s bought a pack of ten Marlboro Lights from the garage on the way home. Sarah’s not back until Sunday evening, he reminds himself as he forces the living-room windows open as wide as they’ll go, then heads into the kitchen for something to use as an ashtray.
    He comes back in with an old saucer and a fridge-cold can of lager and sits down on the sofa, turns on his laptop, lifts it onto his knees. He lights a Marlboro Light and sucks deeply, then exhales a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
    Sarah would go mental if she saw him.
    Her uncle died of emphysema.
    Her whole family are extremely anti-smoking.
    That was one of the things that got Paul off on the wrong foot with her mum in the first place: he’d sneakeddownstairs to have a roll-up in her back garden and then left the stub in one of her plant pots.
    The whole family went nuts at him.
    On the train back afterwards, he’d promised Sarah he would give up, right there and then.
    He opens Facebook, ignoring the ‘Trumpet Fight’ video that Damon has already posted on his timeline, instead going straight to Alison Whistler’s profile.
    She’s changed her profile pic to a photo of a cat wearing sunglasses, and her cover photo is now a neon-pink, galactic-looking background.
    The first post on her wall is a rant about how the server in Starbucks was rude to her this morning:
    Idgi , it concluded. Why do ppl think it’s alright to treat you that way? 0_o
    Paul types ‘what does idgi mean’ into Google.
    Takes another swig of his lager.
    Lights a cigarette.
    Tabs back to Facebook.
    He turns on chat, not actually intending to chat to her, let’s get this clear, just to see if she’s online, and looks down the list of names (mostly people he went to school with, who he never really talks to any more), and when he sees her name with a small green circle next to it, his heart does a little cartwheel.
    He swigs his lager and chain-smokes three more cigarettes, all the while looking at Alison Whistler’s name, wondering what would happen if he just clicked on it.
    I could do it, he thinks.
    It would be so easy.
    I could just type ‘hi’.
    â€˜Hi,’ he types.
    But I’m not actually going to press return, he thinks, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling drunk and dizzy and for one brief moment like the Paul he used to remember being: the Paul who wrote that novel, mostly very late at night and a bit drunk, pretending he was Charles Bukowski, the Paul who didn’t have mouth ca—
    He presses return.
    Oh shit, he thinks, as soon as he’s done it.
    Oh shit, oh fuck. What have I done?
    â€˜hi’ Alison messages back, almost instantaneously.
    Oh god, Paul thinks. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit.
    He considers just quickly closing the

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