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Imagination 12, on the train, dining car | OTA
Wei Wuxian slumped down onto the bench and laid his head on the table. "This is a catastrophe," he declared, slightly muffled by his position. "I've recovered from the battle, gotten all cleaned up, and I am out of wine."
He gave a heartfelt sigh before turning his head. "How are you doing? You weren't injured, were you?"
He gave a heartfelt sigh before turning his head. "How are you doing? You weren't injured, were you?"
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He started to take a cautious sip out of the can. It immediately did weird things since the opening wasn't one he was used to, so he held it further away and just poured some into his mouth. It was fizzy, which was unexpected, and the taste vaguely reminded him of bread. He swallowed, then looked at the can.
"What is it made out of?"
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