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Dear Kara and Dee,
You are both married. To men. Please to stop with the flirting, now, kthnx. (or don't, but then there will be angst, later on)
You are both married. To men. Please to stop with the flirting, now, kthnx. (or don't, but then there will be angst, later on)

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Lee sort of counts as a man (ilu, Lee, but it's true).
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Don't listen to lyssie, we love angst!
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Or it was the ambrosia she could taste on Starbuck's lips as the viper pilot leaned across the space between their seats.
Dee couldn't help but kiss her back. This wasn't what she was supposed to do--but they've just killed five skin-jobs and downed half a dozen bucket-heads with their first makeshift explosive, and the adrenaline rush combined with the ambrosia are making her reckless.
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still very behind and avoiding spoilers, so please don't respond, but
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