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    "You are going into rut, your Grace."

    "I came to you for a headache," He reminded the Grand Maester helpfully. Perhaps the man was getting old and forgetful.

    "Yes, and I am telling you that you are going into rut, your Grace." The Grand Maester's pale watery eyes peered out at him from a nest of wrinkled skin, spotted and leathery with age. His gaze was cold and alert, and much too clinical.

    "That is ridiculous, I am well over forty years of age, I've not had a rut in years. My lady wife is dead."

    "Perhaps your body wishes to father more children."

    "I can assure you that my mind does not," Baelor said firmly.

    (Where Aerion and Dunk leaves their firstborn with Maekar, and it causes Baelor problems.)

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    Day 3: Hypothermia

    So Hal's going through it again. What if John had reached him on the bleachers before the shooter had and taken him home?

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    It's much easier to be honest now because unfortunately, three may only keep a secret if two of them are dead.

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    "Don't you ever do that at a crime scene!" Danny hissed, his face burning, his nipple throbbing where Steve had touched it. He could feel it tightening, hardening, a traitorous nub of sensation that was now hyper-aware of every brush of fabric. "We are professionals! There is a dead man on the floor!"

    Steve rubbed the back of his head, but his eyes were bright, pupils blown wide. No remorse.

    Danny wore a shirt too tight to work. Steve noticed. Extensively.

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