Putting Away Dalton
He didn't think it was going to be this hard, putting away his old uniform. It had become almost like a security blanket, he realized, admiring his old blazer. He dusted a few partials off the lapels and slowly slipped the uniform into the plastic bag. He pushed his collection of sweaters aside to find room in the back, hanging it with it's spare. He leaned back, admiring his work for a few seconds, before shutting his closet door.
He looked at his street clothes in the refection of the mirror, smiling lightly to himself, "Well, McKinley, here I come."
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