Jack laughed. "Rose, I haven't been a 'regular person' or found myself in a 'normal' situation for over a hundred and fifty years." He put his mug on the table and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "A hundred and fifty years since we traveled together, Rose. Well, for me. I'm not the same person. You either. I think if we're going to be friends now, we're going to have to start fresh with a brand new playbook, because the old one is way out of date."
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Date: 2009-03-07 03:43 am (UTC)