Una laughed; she had a hunch John Crichton was probably a pushover for a sweet dog. "And how could they not?" she said, ruffling Sador's ears. "Well, shall we? I think one of the restaurants on Main Street has nearly anything a body might want for breakfast."
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Date: 2008-04-11 03:34 am (UTC)