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Mal skidded to a halt. “Jayne. You’re alive,” he panted, near hysterical with relief. Jayne, not at his best, came back with the wittiest rejoinder he still retained. “Oh yeah? Well. So are you!” Putting an accusatory twist on the last part, wincing at every step. Mal’s dazed fuddlement was clear when he looked at Zoë. She shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “Don’t start on me, sir. I already regret it.”
-- Red Run 15: Recoverin' by BlackRabbit
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