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Preston's in the Wasteland.
He's wearing an old, comfortable sweatshirt that says 'mmmmm, pi'; he's scrounged Band-Aids for the scratches on his sides, and he's poking idly at the tuning strings of his bass. He looks exactly like he always has. Even the thoughtful look on his face isn't new. Preston is, after all, a thoughtful kind of guy.
If you looked close you might be able to tell that he seems a little tenser than usual.
Then again, these are tense times.
He's wearing an old, comfortable sweatshirt that says 'mmmmm, pi'; he's scrounged Band-Aids for the scratches on his sides, and he's poking idly at the tuning strings of his bass. He looks exactly like he always has. Even the thoughtful look on his face isn't new. Preston is, after all, a thoughtful kind of guy.
If you looked close you might be able to tell that he seems a little tenser than usual.
Then again, these are tense times.