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“We have 40 hours of air left. What do you expect me to do, plan my wedding?”
“I’m confident there’ll be a Charles Tucker IV one day.”
“Then maybe it’s your wedding we should be planning. That’s assuming we can find you a bride in the next day and a half. Any suggestions?”
“There was a little bar in Mill Valley where all the Starfleet trainees used to go.”
“The 602 Club.”
“You know it?”
“I was there more times than I can remember.”
“I met the man of my dreams my first night there. He was the one, no doubt about it. We had it all figured out. Where we’d live, how many kids we’d have… Ah, Robby, whatever happened to ya.”
“Robby? You don’t mean the waiter Robby?”
“You knew Robby?”
“I knew him more times than I can remember.”
“Ouch.”
“Seems we have more in common than we thought.”
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