“Whoa!” Leonard McCoy exclaimed as he surveyed his once pristine dorm room that now looked like a tornado just rammed over it.
“Bones, I can’t find my jacket.”
Make that a tornado by the name of, Jim Kirk.
“What did you do?!” Bones sputtered incredulously. He was fairly sure that before he left for his rounds this morning, the dorm room was totally
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