Rory woke early Monday morning, warm and cozy in bed and snuggled against Anakin.
She wouldn't have gotten out of bed if she hadn't seen the
things on the floor by the door.
She put the disc on her desk, and opened up the letter.
Halfway through, when she reached the names, she sank into her desk chair. "Ow," she said softly.
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