So, I hate to disappoint people. And even though I'm kind of sloppy, I'm kind of a perfectionist. So, let's see if this is better... “This better be good,” says Rodney, bustling into John’s room exactly 15 minutes later. Then he stops completely, like he’s hit a wall. “Is that? No.” He shakes himself like a dog. “Oh my god, is that Jamaican Blue Mountain I smell?” John just shrugs. “Oh my god. Where did you get it? There isn’t supposed to be any of that left on Atlantis. For two months, I... read more
