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There are no qualifiers to that - I do.
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'“Ianto?” Jack was looking down from his office. He slowly descended the steps. “One of your friends is the Minister for Magic.”'
'“Errgh” Harry groaned, “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Yes, but it’s the same thing that’s wrong with all of us.”'
'Theoretically, she knew he must go other places sometimes, but it didn't seem to happen often, and from his overall air of nervousness, he seemed to be uncomfortable with it too.'
'Today, however, all Venom can discern is what could be considered the cerebral equivalent of static. Everything is fuzzy and the thoughts that are trying to surface keep coming up blurry, with no real impulse behind them.'
'Lestrade looked on, bewildered, as Sherlock began to help himself to the soup.
“You think your life rates lower than a case in John’s eyes?”'
'Peter grunts. His eyes open only slightly, but it doesn't look like he understands where he is. The kid is like dead weight slung over Tony's metal-clad shoulders. He's also freezing cold.'
'She comes back with a hiker’s backpack, out of which she pulls a pair of jersey shorts, black leggings, a red bandana and a bunch of colorful string bracelets.
"Jesus," Sam says, looking it over. "Is there some naked hippie grad student knocked out somewhere in the hotel right now?"
"None of these items will be traced back to us," Natasha says soothingly, which doesn't answer his question.'
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