Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

New York City.

Aya Sinclair.

Lena Baker.

Pepper spray.

Imperial appetites.

Traitors.

Forever in Schrafft's.

Every rare once in a great while you get to see a thing be tabernacled; I don’t know about you, but it’s why I get out of bed, of a morning.

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Benson and Troy.

Kaylee / Inara.

Writering.

MC5.

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