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Post-Pond Depression

Clara Oswald

Clara Oswald

Clara watched in giddy amusement as the strange, angular man bounced about the many-sided console that dominated the room.  Levers flipped, lights blinked, beeps beeped as the Doctor manipulated the controls of his technological marvel with a dexterity that seemed simultaneously graceful and awkward.

Like a baby swan, she thought to herself, or a huge floppy puppy, only much more… chinny.

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