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Ianto was face down on the other side of the room. He could have been dead. He could have been unconscious. He could have been faking.
Only Gwen was immune, and she was wasting her time turning around, showing off, and possibly doing the Hustle. She was a little young for that.
"Toshiko," Jack said as he passed her, "you have to get it this time, because I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS!" His voice got louder as he sped past her and moved farther and farther away.
"I don't know why you can't do this," she groused. Her feet really hurt. She passed Ianto and thought about veering off and crashing into the side like he had. His arm twitched. Faker ( ... )
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But Tosh *was* awesome.
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Little Welsh faker. Yes, he knew it was the worst thing they'd ever have to do, so he opted for dignity and cowardice.
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QUESTION: WHEN HE SKATES, ARE HIS HANDS LIKE BLADES?
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