It was a bar he’d visited many a time in the past ten years, usually because it was exactly the place Spock wouldn’t go. God, how sad is it that I’ve based my entire life around the bastard, even when I thought I wasn’t. A familiar squeaking made him look over, and he saw a small army of fur wiggling on a table. I like them more
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