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By Mare McMurray
Jarod walked into a small tavern on the outskirts of the city. He came up to the bar, glancing around, his hair slick and shinny in the dim, tavern light. Jarod turned to face the room.
"Does anyone here own that Tardis outside?"
A well-dressed British man sitting at the bar turned to face Jarod.
"Yes, I do," he said in a British accent.
"You left your lights on."
"Oh my," The Doctor said, getting up. "Thank you."
Jarod smiled and nodded.
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