8. Ten Deaths in
Ianto groaned as he stretched and swore softly at the bite he felt in his shoulder.
Bon Jovi. Living on their bloody prayer again, poor wankers.
The gun shot wasn't all that loud in the small space.

8. Ten Deaths in
Ianto groaned as he stretched and swore softly at the bite he felt in his shoulder.
Bon Jovi. Living on their bloody prayer again, poor wankers.
The gun shot wasn't all that loud in the small space.
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