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Mission: Prelude<br>
Day:: 2<br>
Stardate: 2446.03.24<br>
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"What is this lunch place you speak of?" Aggie asked.
"A little hole in the wall I know. You need to know the proprietor to get a table, but I have an in," he replied.
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id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-54282bd8-7fff-2c64-e585-a5a7025b849e"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“You know what ever nightly activity you are doing, you should probably change it up for a day or two to allow for the internal swelling to go down. I think you probably over-extended the leg a bit," Aggie said.
Dieter nodded "Maybe I can come up with a variation, I'll have to take to my trainer. There are other ways that are just as good."
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Gregory smiled, "Much better, you have the magic touch," he replied. "Better than the physical therapists. Much better."
</span></span><span
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Gregory got off the biobed, and standing there he smiled, "Feels right as rain. But I will try to take it easy no running."
"Since you are starving," he said, "Follow me."
He reached out and squeezed her hand, before looking around to make sure noone was around. He planted a kiss on her cheek, "Thank you."
He lead her out of sickbay and down the hall to the turbolift. Soon they were in front of Gregory's quarters. The door opened and Aggie saw a small table with a lit candle in the middle.
He motioned for her to go in, "Shall we?"
(Reply Aggie)
(Posted by Tim)
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