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[milkbonesoldier]

Even with the full moon still practically visible in the rear-view mirror, Wells felt like he had to get away from the farm and the school today. The Bar seemed like a viable alternative- open space without having to deal with the smell of his own goats- right up until he opened the back door.

"What the fucking hell?"

(We're sorry. It's Wells. He's like that.)