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earlgreytea68 If you were going to be booed off-stage, do it on a planet where they pelted you with confectionary, or so the Doctor always said.
“Want one?” he asked, brandishing a package at Rose. “Basically a Digestive.”
Rose wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “When I was a kid, I had a Digestive every day after school. I am now permanently tired of them.”
“Hmm,” the Doctor mused, studying Rose’s face.
“What?” she asked.
“Just thinking that I’ve lived nine hundred years and there are some things I cannot imagine ever getting tired of.”
re: rose, ten biscuit drabble
Date: 2020-12-02 07:28 am (UTC)Re: rose, ten biscuit drabble
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Date: 2020-12-02 07:05 pm (UTC)I know what she means about Digestives, though . . . *grin*
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