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“Do you ever smile?”
It’s muttered quietly over the breakfast table. The “Black Ops” house, as it had been effectively called, had been quiet most of the day. It had been nice, but the slam of the door and the chuck of a bag had ruined his quiet. Brows raise, and Donnie gave a small hum
“Well, unless you’re fucking around with the robot.”











