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Ianto stamped into Jack's office, a black plastic bin bag in one hand, a tarnished tea tray in the other. He picked up two mugs and a couple of sweet  wrappers off the desk, yawning loudly and not bothering to cover his mouth with his hand (not that he had a free hand anyway) because he was alone in the Hub- or so he thought. He glanced ( Read more... )