“Uh...” Rory says. “Oh. Uh, Rory!” Doctor’s hair is messy, and his buttons and all undone and his سب, سب سے اوپر half off. My سکرٹ, گھیرنا is long gone, too. I pull my jumper on. “AMY!” Rory has cracked. He’s shaking, his hands in fists at his sides. Tears are sliding down his face, which is scarlet in colour. Doctor winces. “Rory, it’s not what it looks like...” I start. “It was exactly what it looks like, Amy! I’ve always blamed him. But how can I?” He gestures to Doctor, who is leaning against the wall, his face in his hands. He pulls his hands away. “No! Don’t blame her!”...
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