Date: 2012-10-10 07:02 pm (UTC)
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And, as ever, Poland knew that something was up.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Irwin picked up his glass and took a sip of his drink, glancing at Dakin rather than looking at him directly. It all still felt rather...illicit, even though they were nothing to each other now, not teacher not pupil.

Free of that, really.
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