Date: 2015-06-11 12:33 am (UTC)
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"It's a date, double-o seven," Q smiled, lifting his glass in toast.

He ate slowly, enjoying each bite. However, soon his belly was full and his plate was empty, and he was yawning as he started to slink off back towards the bed.

"We should set an alarm. We don't want to be late tomorrow. Do you know what I should wear? I've never been to a spa."

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