“Coffee, sir?”
Jack starts, changing windows on his computer screen with the deft click-click of the guilty (page of text flickering from view), and swirls around on his swivel chair as he composes a toothy grin. “Ianto! Haven’t you gone home yet? It’s late. When are you going to leave me alone to watch some porn?”
To Jack’s slight chagrin,
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Lovely writing, I hope there'll be more from you...?
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Thank you for the lovely review!
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Thank you again!
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