The day’s come and gone, and I’m writing this through the “Red Wedding” episode of A Game of Thrones, but I do remember this much: I returned to my last job, where I had been nurturing something of minor significance (in a jar, of all places, but then that’s just like me), but would reveal itself in its fully grown form to be an alien that resembled a green MCP or The Face of Boe.
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