||10/12/1949|| Aaron saw William sitting in a corner by himself with his head down and his eyes closed. He smirked amusingly as he sneaked up on you, tapping your shoulder with a sly smile on his face, causing you to jump. “Well, Hello there, my dear friend. May I accompany you in your self-loathing competition with yourself?” He said in a posh, British accent. He was very proper when he spoke.
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