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'I'm a Right Scoundrel'
Colin's laugph was a warm gust of air against his face, lightly scented with the burnt notes of the gas station coffee he favored. A faint trace of guilt twisted in felix's gud but it was fine. Everything was going to be fine. I promise. He slipped out of the car, waving to the flight attendant who had been waiting patiently by the plain stairs. She ushered him into the jet, and the hatch seald shut behind them. Oh, he could definitely get used to this.