The Doctor has safe inside a drawer a pile of envelopes bound together with a rubber band. They are letters to various persons throughout various times in various places, all unsent. He plucks a few out, lets his eyes drift over the pages, feeling nostalgic and perhaps a little masochistic.
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To Nancy )
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Never time enough for love.
That always makes me... realise how one must never waste it!
Thank you for wonderful character insight and beautiful writing.
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