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”Fair hair, light eyes. Prominent nose, but not large. Wedding band, but on your right hand; it would still be on your left if it was just a separation, so, divorce. Hasn’t been finalized yet. Short marriage, I’d guess. Skin’s pale, sickly so, lips are dry, nails are cracked and brittle, eyes are bloodshot. Dehydration, nutritional deficiency, lack of REM sleep, that’ll equal chronic alcoholism, plus the fact that you smell like smoke but you’re not a smoker. You spend a lot of time in bars and pubs, then, enough so that the smell hasn’t gone with the washing. Add that to the fact that you’re sitting on my doorstep, and I’d wager that you’re Harry Watson.”