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Torchwood Christmas Special

Ianto was crying again. It was the sort of guttural sobbing that everyone in Torchwood was accustomed to, where it looked like he’d poured a bucket of water over his head and was whining “noo nooo noooo” in a way that rhymed with ‘moo’. Previous crying fits had been caused by the death of loved ones, being forced to have the smallest slice of pizza, and Owen putting his ’special’ mayonnaise on Ianto’s salad.

This time, it was brought on by the gun that Captain Jack held to his head.
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Sunday, October 26th, 2008 Tall Tales 3 Comments