At midnight, per the normal, a television appears in every room on Main Street. There is a rather smug looking Mr. West sitting before his fireplace and holding his normal glass of scotch. His fingers trace around the rim of it, and he simply watches the camera for the moment. Yesterday's altercation doesn't show on his face, despite the obvious
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If you expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit, Erik refuses. Further, how do you expect the theater to run with me at the entrance and images of my memories on the screen?
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