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Last night was... how do we put this... not a good one for Harry Wells. Not at all. Getting the worst memories he's ever had to bury suddenly kicked to the surface by meeting a patently crazy woman is not a recipe for a good night's sleep. Not that he didn't try, but the end result only left him worse off than before.
He's in the Bar now, by the fire, where it's safe. And he's got dinner, but mostly he's just trying not to remember any more than he's got to. Conversation would likely go a long way in that department.
He's in the Bar now, by the fire, where it's safe. And he's got dinner, but mostly he's just trying not to remember any more than he's got to. Conversation would likely go a long way in that department.