See Notes and Disclaimers in the first chapter.
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The second time it became tangled in a tree, she was done.
The Doctor was laughing at her. She was sure of it. Annoyed, Ace rounded on him.
"Well then you try it," she huffed.
"I have," the Doctor told her. "On Serentis." He looked up, a faraway look in his eyes. "The yearly competition. Mine was one of hundreds of every size, every color. Blocking the sun, breaking the clouds. Floating on the air."
She asked the first question to come to her practical mind. "Didn't the strings get tangled?"
He frowned, but he took the kite from her.
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