Rory and I are sitting on a ugoy out the front of Amy’s house. “This is where we used to play. You where there, too... in a way.” He laughs darkly. “Nice. I met her first right... there.” I point over to the crushed shed where we met 15 years ago. I clench my teeth. No. This isn’t like you, Doctor. You can’t be... emotional. I mean, you could, but why drag it along? You have to get over it. But I can’t! It’s like a pagtatalo going on inside my head. “So that’s what happened to that shed.” He shakes his head. “We’d better go, before the fabric of time its self collapses,...
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