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more_flexible) wrote2007-02-22 02:40 am
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[for the doctor]
Thursday was a spectacular day. Not too hot, not too humid, the sky was a gorgeous blue and the breeze stirred the air just enough. Jack woke with the sun and was finishing up the cutting of the treads. He had a pile of bamboo cut to length for spindles and he'd selected the nearby tree he'd use for the center support. Now all he needed was to assemble the spiral staricase up twenty feet or so, and then fix the landing so the short bridge would tie on.
Sometimes he was really happy with the bookshelf.
Sometimes he was really happy with the bookshelf.
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Fortunately, the Doctor was on the ground and caught himself by taking a step back. His eyes narrowed. "But this isn't about me, not entirely, you're hacked off at yourself because you can't bloody get over it."
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Begging was avoided, but holding...it was accompanied by a soft whimper against the Doctor's lips.
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