David Webster kneels on the floor of the ship, wine and blood soaking into the knees of his pants. His hands are torn apart. He had caught himself, at the expense of slamming his palms into the shattered glass surrounding him. He groans and takes in the damage, picking out a few of the larger pieces of glass from the heels of his hands. He’s
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This story is love.
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I like that its BoB but Im reminded of Star Wars which makes me squee even more!!!
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Im excited for the next part though!
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