samedi 16 juillet 2016

Who?

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Tony let that sort of… sit in his brain for a minute. “So let me get this straight. You came to me, probably from the distant future, or at least a distant part of reality, for me to fix your time machine.”

“Yes, that sums it up neatly, rather.”

“Why can’t you do it?” Tony demanded.

“Ah.” He held up his hands, rubbed the fingers to the thumbs. “New hands. Don’t have the hang of them yet.”

Words: 1994, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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