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Blame It On My Youth
Tony paced the floor around McGee's desk, so much that the carpet was wearing away. His hand were in his pockets and worry was spread across his face. He stopped and slid his fingers through his short, brown hair. McGee look up at him and sighed.
"Tony, will আপনি stop worrying?! Everything is going to be fine." he assured him, as he stopped working at his computer momentarily.
"Listen, McPsychic, আপনি don't know that for sure. This has got to be perfect."
McGee looked...
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