Aug 14, 2006 19:38
It hit him like an avalanche of snow monsters: Lee Adama missed his little room in that far away planet, missed the faces of all those strange and wonderful people, missed the professors with odd names and odder habits, missed the parties and the strip triad, missed the depths of John Crichton's blue eyes.
But most of all, he missed eating toast.
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