It was a perfectly lovely day out for April, much less February, and Jenkins had just received confirmation that the Librarians had, in fact, managed to dedjinnify Mr. Jones without more than a few interdimensional phone calls for help, so Jenkins was actually in a fairly wonderful mood this afternoon. Enough so that he'd decided to go out for a
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"What are those?"
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She waved as she headed off.
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It was empty, and the flamingo he'd chosen to speak to earlier was looking extra round and lounging happily at his feet while it rubbed its beak against his pant leg.
"You've imprinted, haven't you," he observed with a sigh. "Oh dear."
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