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Smitten 3/?
The rain was no longer falling, but the sky was the color of ash with puffs of bright white clouds scattered among it. The air had turned chilly and Rory raised the hood of his jacket over his head. He shoved his hands into the warm pockets and concentrated on each step against the cement. The puddles of water saturated the bottom of his jeans, but ( Read more... ) -
Smitten 2/?
“Really, Amy, feel free to stop asking…” the Doctor trailed off.
They had left the chip shop, the rain reduced to a drizzle and Amy had not stopped asking who the blond in the shop was. Rory was following beside her, quiet.
“No, but really Doctor, who was that? Because the way you both reacted to her got me thinking that maybe she was some sort of ( Read more... )
