Wes felt anything but joyful as he climbed the stoop. He had hoped that a long walk through the dark and quiet city would give him some perspective, but it hadn’t worked out that way. In other circumstances, it might have been an adventure but it was all nothing but a blur, thoughts as flimsy and disposable as plastic bags. If he had been a character in a book—Prince André in War and Peace, say—he would have seized the opportunity for a round of rough, candid soul-searching that would inevitably have led to some brilliant new insight into human nature in general and his own moral frailty in particular. But he wasn’t Prince André—he was just Wes, idiot Wes, the guy who’d just ruined his life forever and forever, and he was as confused and miserable now as he’d been when he’d set out from Lucy’s apartment two hours earlier. He stood at the threshold and took a deep breath, but it didn’t help: the sadness didn’t go away. In fact, he felt a tear welling, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead on the cold, damp lacquer of the front door.
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