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The Solace of Solitude - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Nov 11th
Every day, at 4pm, Lisa Rogers made sure that no calls, save for emergencies, got through to Mr Waverly. For fifteen minutes, she fielded everything and everyone, allowing the Old Man a small amount of peace within his day. He hadn’t asked her to do it, but appreciated her for it all the same.
Whatever was happening in the world, whatever disaster or looming terror, Alexander Waverly was grounded by this daily ritual. It was a simple thing, the importance of which had been instilled in him from a young age, by his mother. He rarely missed his afternoon tea.
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Whatever was happening in the world, whatever disaster or looming terror, Alexander Waverly was grounded by this daily ritual. It was a simple thing, the importance of which had been instilled in him from a young age, by his mother. He rarely missed his afternoon tea.
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He's a man with the world on his shoulders, so he gets comfort where he can.
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