You may.... dispose of those clothes. [Spock could not hide the disdain that he had for the memories that the clothing held.
There was no use trying to save them.
Spock allowed himself to be lead to his room... he stepped confidently away from his Captain.... only to trip and fall flat on his face from the bed corner....]
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There was no use trying to save them.
Spock allowed himself to be lead to his room... he stepped confidently away from his Captain.... only to trip and fall flat on his face from the bed corner....]