Thainig na Cait
“Take it off.” The Doctor blanched. “What?” “Doctor.” Amy dropped her knapsack on the TARDIS console. “Some men can get away with wearing a kilt. Trust me: you are not one of those men.” The Doctor looked at her sulkily. “I thought it suited me.” “You don’t have the legs.” Amy was emphatic, and now she was pacing with her fingers loosely curled, halfway to a fist: this was never a good sign. “Now…
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