There were a long line of bars and nightclubs lined up around Rock's front bedroom, and each one barked at him to come inside with a similar and very loud, monotonous tone. Such sources of night life had not appealed to him since his first or second year of college, so he hoped to find some place quiet and reserved, with middle-aged men smoking cigarettes and talking sports and politics, but it didn't appear there was an establishment like that anywhere in the room.
He walked into his den and wondered if the sounds would ever stop. It was 6:35 in the morning. The sun was coming up. It took another minute or two for him to realize that his alarm clock had rung since 6 a.m.
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