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The bed was empty when John woke up. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, of course. There was that girl in Seoul with the Boston accent and the wicked smile who had left a note on his pillow written in characters he couldn’t read. He’d tucked it in his pocket, to have someone translate it later, but he’d never bothered. He didn’t
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I work at AC, and for the entire time I was writing this fic I would wander up to pilots and ask them weird research questions. And would have to restrain myself from asking if they were having gay affairs with mechanics.
*probably not
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OMG, your icon!
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