A long time ago (or it felt like a long time, anyway), someone very dear had told Charlie Andrews that, if a body folded a thousand paper cranes that, somewhere, someone would grant you your heart's truest wish
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Ando had been settling in really quite well. He didn't have very many friends outside of the people he already knew, but when had he needed more than Hiro? Too many friends spread one's attention too thin and well, yeah. Despite Ando's eternal quest to be popular and well liked, he had at least one foot firmly rooted in the reality of what he could
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If I hadn't been at the conference myself I wouldn't have believed it. My paper had caused such a stir - thankfully it was nothing like the time that Dr Bodet suggested that plasma burns could be as effectively treated with homeopathy, god knows I don't need to see that kind of in-fighting again, but it wasn't quite received in the way I
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Jack found the most amazing shoes in the clothes box the night before, so instead of diving, he'd strapped his knife to a long pole and decided to try his luck at spear fishing. Lucky was Jack's middle name. He'd gone out to the far side of the reef and over the drop-off, perched precariously on the coral, his luck and patience paid off. He even
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Getting out was not much of a possibility. Ando realized this as soon as Hiro admitted that he couldn't stop time or teleport. Even those few days when Ando was seemingly just as special as everyone else so long as he had a wand proved to be useless when it came to getting off the island and back to real life. It was disheartening, but gradually
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