Every once in a while when my cabin is lonely and quiet and I'm in the shower or some other place where I can't see myself reflected in the ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM, I let my mind wander down inside your clothes. Sometimes it's like the first time I let myself daydream like that, and my desire stands to attention like a cadet waiting for an autograph. You're never going to sign that cadet's notebook, Bones... no, nope, never. So I forge your signature and go about my merry way, content for fifty seconds to have the world's most pathetic imagination.

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