"No. You may not," he replied, tugging his arms free and carrying his shirt
to the bedroom.
The room warmed with a soft glow as he stepped in and tossed the shirt in
the hamper. When Q followed behind, Bond was already stowiing the pet bed
beneath his own. Out of sight, out of use.
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"No. You may not," he replied, tugging his arms free and carrying his shirt to the bedroom.
The room warmed with a soft glow as he stepped in and tossed the shirt in the hamper. When Q followed behind, Bond was already stowiing the pet bed beneath his own. Out of sight, out of use.