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A 2/3 drabble, set during The Debt.
Rated G.
Maybe
by Helen W.
So, why'd I let Sandburg stay?
Well, that's sort of complicated. It was something stupid, really.
The first night he crashed at my place, I went to brush my teeth and, well, how do I describe this? My half-empty tube of Crest had been flattened, rolled, and clipped like a bag of chips.
I grabbed it and took it out to Sandburg in the living room. "What's up with this?" I asked him.
He looked up and blinked a couple of times. "Oh. I fixed that for you."
That's when I decided that maybe he might not be so hard to live with.
Maybe.
*** The End ***
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