Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
Jack threw himself onto the bench moodily, he wanted his wand, but he had his fists in case he needed them, he threw Ross an annoyed look, why was this woman getting him into a situation where someone else had a wand, he didn't, Jack stood up and started to pace, every now and then he glanced up.
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