from Torchwood. And the move.*
So instead of unpacking boxes this week, I immersed myself in Torchwood. I LOVED the first 3 and a half nights.
The rest? Knocked me on my okole.
Oh, I get it. All in service to the story. And it's not like another beloved/loathed Brit, Mary Gentle, hadn't done me like this before. [Although I note that the
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