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Ficlet: post escape talk

I don't like fluff. You never know if it works or not. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to fluff. Lincoln awoke with a jerk. Michael could hear him twisting around, groping blindly through the drawer in the dark. “Nightmare?” he asked. “No. Go back to sleep.” Lincoln's hand located his…



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Ficlet: post escape talk

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I don't like fluff. You never know if it works or not. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to fluff. Lincoln awoke with a jerk. Michael could hear him twisting around, groping blindly through the drawer in the dark. “Nightmare?” he asked. “No. Go back to sleep.” Lincoln's hand located his…



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Ficlet: post escape talk

I don't like fluff. You never know if it works or not. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to fluff. Lincoln awoke with a jerk. Michael could hear him twisting around, groping blindly through the drawer in the dark. “Nightmare?” he asked. “No. Go back to sleep.” Lincoln's hand located his…

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