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Feb 25, 2006 22:20

Wells had some discussion yesterday that led to some thinking today, but there is really only so long a man can go about doing that before his skin starts to itch. Now he's got dinner- rice, lentils, onions, the smell of cumin- and a pint; why mess with a winning formula?

He's also got a small sketchpad and a set of coloured pencils. Most of them are in the green/grey/brown/black family. They might almost match the mottling on his uniform. But they're going to have to wait until he's finished eating.

erin fray, river tam, sergeant wells

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