Finding time to spend with The Doctor is difficult; neither one of us has a lot of spare time. We planned to see each other tonight, but then he asked if we could push it to Wednesday once I got off of work.
Sure, Wednesday is fine. But can I come to you?
Because, and this is the bad part, it's the forethought on my part. I know that The Boy will be here on Thursday morning. And I'm actively planning a slumber party with The Doctor Wednesday night. And to appropriately line them up, to keep it as seamless as possible, I know I must keep The Doctor out of my bed Wednesday. Clearly I won't have enough time to remove the evidence.
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