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<blockquote data-quote="Maerdwyn" data-source="post: 1711283" data-attributes="member: 835"> It's about 4 now.&nbsp; Gives me about four hours to shower and sober up.&nbsp; No need to convince him I a drunk when he's just decided I wasn't a nut after all.&nbsp; When William gets back tot he apartment, he puts on a large pot of coffee, showers, sets an alarm clock (just in case) and spends the rest of the night reviewing his own notes and sketches, as well as newspaper clippings surrounding his grandfather's slaying.&nbsp; He plans to be at Sherman's office at 7:45, killing time until it opens.&nbsp; &nbsp;When daylight arrives, he drinks more coffee, dresses in one of his better suits, and leaves for the address printed on the telegram.&nbsp; He feels a little jumpy, a little nervous, and doesn't know quite why.&nbsp; Well, a gallon of coffee and just a drunk's sleep might have something to do with it, genius.&nbsp; All the same, he slips his handgun into his pocket, picking it up from wher it sits, right next to a flask of whiskey on his bedside table. I should pour that out, he thinks with conviction.&nbsp; But somehow, he forgets to do it before leaving the apartment for Sherman's office.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maerdwyn, post: 1711283, member: 835"] [i] It's about 4 now. Gives me about four hours to shower and sober up. No need to convince him I a drunk when he's just decided I wasn't a nut after all.[/i] When William gets back tot he apartment, he puts on a large pot of coffee, showers, sets an alarm clock (just in case) and spends the rest of the night reviewing his own notes and sketches, as well as newspaper clippings surrounding his grandfather's slaying. He plans to be at Sherman's office at 7:45, killing time until it opens. When daylight arrives, he drinks more coffee, dresses in one of his better suits, and leaves for the address printed on the telegram. He feels a little jumpy, a little nervous, and doesn't know quite why. [i]Well, a gallon of coffee and just a drunk's sleep might have something to do with it, genius. [/i]All the same, he slips his handgun into his pocket, picking it up from wher it sits, right next to a flask of whiskey on his bedside table. [i]I should pour that out[/i], he thinks with conviction. But somehow, he forgets to do it before leaving the apartment for Sherman's office. [/QUOTE]

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