Recently, a script from Didi arrived, in which they said:
: Such is the way of things.
Oh yes. d'you know, I'm not sure I ever mentioned, but you always
reminded me of a young lady I used to escort around, she was my
grand-daughter...
: Why thank you.
:<fx: carefully places hat on head, before removing it in a florished bow>
:
: I wonder when I'm going to lose it
I believe I remember where, but as you know, I always had to write down
*when*, once I was out of the tardis.
: Thank you, old friend.
: How many times has it been now?
Nine, to date; or 18, depending on your point of view.
?
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There is a time and a place for these things.
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