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The Doctor was lying down on his bed, the one he rarely used, since he was unable to stay still anywhere. He was always unable to stand, or sit, or lay motionless, even when he was younger. But here he was, laying down and staring at the ceiling.
He’d seen too much, he already knew that.
But now, the decision was up to him. He could
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Awww!!! And so was this fic =) Nice ending!! =D
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Honestly, I don't know what he could have done differently, but I like to believe that he tried (at least in my little world...) :)
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I'll post my new story up soon!
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