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Download of daily tweets from my Twitter account @liketheriver1. Fridays are Twitter Fic Friday! 07:22 Twitfic:It's late. Teyla step softly once home,strips her gear quietly,exhausted. Kanaan stirs beside their son."How is Rodney?" "Thankfully # 07:22 he will recover."She crawls on the bed with them, wraps arms around sleeping Torren. "How are you?"Kanaan asks. She smiles."Much better now" # Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter | ||||||||
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