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and now all I can do is pet his chair and try not to cry on the bridge in front of everyone
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At 3am I go on the ships intercom and share these nuggets of wisdom wrapped in bad poetry. If they hear me crying I tell them that’s the Red Alert klaxon, it’s broken because of Khan, just like my soul. I’m doing it now.
