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Nov. 20th, 2012
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mrua7.livejournal.comIt was Friday afternoon, November 22nd. Illya Kuryakin bundled his wool coat about him as he stood leaning against the boardwalk railing, looking out at the choppy ocean. He’d found himself in a bit of a mood, and was unsure as to what had triggered it. He had an odd feeling, one that usually told him something bad was about to happen. Since he was technically off duty, he dismissed it as a tinge of paranoia that crept into every covert agent’s being.
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mrua7.livejournal.comIt was Friday afternoon, November 22nd. Illya Kuryakin bundled his wool coat about him as he stood leaning against the boardwalk railing, looking out at the choppy ocean. He’d found himself in a bit of a mood, and was unsure as to what had triggered it. He had an odd feeling, one that usually told him something bad was about to happen. Since he was technically off duty, he dismissed it as a tinge of paranoia that crept into every covert agent’s being.
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rachaeljurassic.livejournal.comPicfic Tuesday: November 22, 1963
Shattered Dreams
It brought it all back. The shock, the grief, a nation in mourning.
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Shattered Dreams
It brought it all back. The shock, the grief, a nation in mourning.
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rachaeljurassic.livejournal.comPicfic Tuesday: November 22, 1963
Shattered Dreams
It brought it all back. The shock, the grief, a nation in mourning.
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Shattered Dreams
It brought it all back. The shock, the grief, a nation in mourning.
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