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William's fallen asleep in a comfortable chair by the fire with his hat pulled down and his book, some stories by Mark Twain, slowly slipping down his chest.
Since he's been staying in Bar to watch out for Bill and keep track of the stables with Miss Barlow gone, he's ended up busy.
The weather also hasn't been that nice, he knows there is sun here, he just hasn't seen it for a while. At least the rain's a bit less but he considers that a small blessing and for now he's glad of the warm.
Since he's been staying in Bar to watch out for Bill and keep track of the stables with Miss Barlow gone, he's ended up busy.
The weather also hasn't been that nice, he knows there is sun here, he just hasn't seen it for a while. At least the rain's a bit less but he considers that a small blessing and for now he's glad of the warm.