‘Ah, gute morgen, Mr Bedder,’ Generalarzt Lustig beamed as his prisoner shuffled in. ‘Please sit.’
Jack Bedder nodded politely, sat himself in one of the chairs facing Lustig’s desk, and placed his bare feet on what looked like a common metal footstool -until the straps were buckled and the wires plugged in.
‘We haf a few new topics to
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And I'll check out your Twitter.
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Um, sorry. I'm just captivated by such good ficstuff!
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Haven't been on WordPress since posting the last of that fic, either. Thanks for the friending!
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