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Tales From /lost+found 201: Handy

There's one thing I do know that I am. I'm lucky. Because it's still the first 24 hours of my regeneration, which means that I've got enough regeneration energy left to do this. There. Second chance. You could fight me. If you want to know how that goes, ask the Daleks. Or the Cybermen. Or the Weeping Angels. Or the Krillitane. Or the Capricoids. But you don't have to. We don't have to be enemies. Why not be friends? Everyone could use a second chance. I'm the Doctor. Will you take my hand? — Click to Embiggen

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