“If Thornton says it wasn’t Gallant,” Hutch called out as he came into Starsky’s room, “it wasn’t Gallant.”
“Yeah, but maybe Gallant hired it done.” Dressed but with his tie hanging loose, Starsky knelt down beside his bed.
Hutch leaned in the doorway to wait. “Hired who? The gardener? One of the waiters?” He observed the smooth fit of Starsky’s
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Fee *who will wave pom poms if it helps inspire you*
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Ahem. Of course I plan on it. I had to finish a Harry Potter fic on deadline but this one's my next duty. I have another chunk nearly ready to post, and a long weekend coming up, so ...
(thanks for the prod; always helps!)
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Deb
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Thanks for reading!
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