Every evening after work, he had a reunion with Bud.
He loved drinking those suds.
Whenever he can't drink Bud, he feels so sad.
And sometimes missing Bud makes him mad.
He wished that he could drink Bud during the workday.
But if he did, he would get fired and lose his pay.
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