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Wesley is at the bar, enjoying a Lagavulin and doing his level best not to think about unpleasant journeys to other dimensions, emotionally unpredictable fathers, or incomprehensible prophecies about his immediate future.
Unfortunately, he's never been that good at distracting himself from such things.
Perhaps someone could help him along with it.
Unfortunately, he's never been that good at distracting himself from such things.
Perhaps someone could help him along with it.