"Get" story

    It started getting (…) in New York, you could hardly see any stars because of the plethora of billboards and neon publicities shining insistently. Autumn days were getting (…).I don’t usually like getting (…) the city, but that night things were different. I was so tired because during three months I was working extremely hard to get (…). One thought was giving me (…)- that I was getting (..) that day. I got a yellow (…). It was getting on for  7 p.m. The taxi driver charged me twice the normal price. Apparently that wasn’t my lucky day. At least I finally got to the airport at time. I got on (…). After seven-hour flight I arrived at my homeland- France. As soon as I entered my house, I realized that my wife had cheated on me. Well, we never got (...) very well. It got me (…) a very bad mood, so I decided to get (…). I knew one bar near my house which was still open at that late hour. A barman asked me if he could get me (…) because I looked so gaunt. I told him my story. He got my (…) and seemed sympathizing with me. He said that I would get (…) to it,  I should get (…) as soon as possible, however my wife shouldn’t get (…) with it. At 5 a.m. I got to a (…) completely drunk but with lighter heart.