"It's no use, Mulder. That thing is broken." Scully sat on the foot of the bed, hands braced by her sides. "I bet it hasn't been touched in decades," she added, gesturing towards Mulder, and subsequently, the old record player he was fussing with.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Oh ye of little faith," he said as he turned back to the
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