"She wanted vodka. There was none left.

Mulder left the plate on the nightstand and turned to leave.

She grabbed his arm. Mulder, John. What difference did it make?

He inhaled sharply. Monica, not Scully. It made one hell of a difference.

'Stay.' She wasn't asking.

'I can't.' He left the room."

 

 

 

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