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“Frost… you got run over by… Rayne?” The doctor’s lips twitched with amusement. “You got run over by a Rayne Dear?”
I bound and gagged the armchair psychologist hmming in the back of my brain and shoved them into the closet with the creepy elf that people liked to stick on their shelves and those angels that reminded me of the even creepier Doctor Who episodes.
