Written for the drabblefest at where_no_woman@LJ for the prompt “I swear, when it’s appropriate”.
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At about midnight on a warm summer's evening, Amanda Grayson was facing a remarkable dilemma, one that had occupied her attention for most of the past seventy-two hours.
It wasn't the fat pile of student essays on her desk, detailing the finer points of Vulcan dialects—though they were certainly cause for concern—but Ambassador Sarek, and his…proposal; which concerned marriage, immigration, and general partaking in intergalactic biological,...
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