"Of course I'm real," Dutch confirmed easily. But that was just what a figment of his nightmare would say, wouldn't he. She settled the strap of her messenger bag around her chest, then went rooting into her closet. And came back out with a fireman's axe.
"Don't ask," she told him, and headed for the door.
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Date: 2015-11-03 02:25 am (UTC)"Don't ask," she told him, and headed for the door.