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Get away from me, Jack(All is quiet in the Hub. Gwen, Toshiko and Owen are having their coffee break in the board room. Ianto enters Jack's office with a cup of coffee.)
IANTO: Jack, why are you looking at me that way?
JACK: No reason.
IANTO: What is that in your hand?
IANTO: What are you doing with that bottle?
JACK: Just come here for a minute.
(Ianto runs into the board room.)
IANTO: Get away from me, Jack!
JACK: I'm not gonna hurt you, Ianto. Now come here!
(Gwen gets up from her seat.)
GWEN: Jack, let me see what you have there.
(Gwen examines the bottle of hair bleach.)
JACK: I wanted to see what he'd look like as a blonde.
IANTO: He's trying to change me into something I am not! I'm getting tired of your sick fantasies, Jack!
JACK: I'd think you would look great.
TOSH: I had often wonder what Ianto would look like with gingered hair.
GWEN: Pretty damn sexy, I surpose.
OWEN: How would I look with ginger hair?
GWEN: Like the gingerbread man gone awry.
(Everyone laughs, exc
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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