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When the decision was made to have Joshua Borrow Calico Jack, I made a decision of my own and waited until everyone had dispersed before following Joshua into the galley. I automatically grabbed a bus rag and started mopping up the debris left from breakfast.  As I brushed and swept off the prep counter I thought back to Joshua’s Borrowing of Jackson and wondered how things would go this time around.  ''You could ask him'', my inner nag prompted.  ''It '''is''' why you’re here, getting in his way.''
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When the decision was made to have Joshua Borrow Calico Jack, I made a decision of my own and waited until everyone had dispersed before following Joshua into the galley. I automatically grabbed a bus rag and started mopping up the debris left from breakfast.  As I brushed and swept off the prep counter I thought back to Joshua’s Borrowing of Jackson and wondered how things would go this time around.  ''You could ask him, my inner nag prompted.  It '''is''' why you’re here, getting in his way.''
  
 
“Joshua.” I shook the crumbs into the sink and, folding the bus rag across rim, I leaned against the counter and frowned at my boots. “I want you to know I support you doing this, but don’t expect to see me much while you’re him.  It wasn’t so bad when you were Jackson.  Jackson wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly but Jack is… different.  You’ll be different.  And I’d rather not … not find out the hard way just how different you’ll have to be.  I don’t know how to say this kindly and I’m sorry if it’s hurtful but that’s how I feel about it.”
 
“Joshua.” I shook the crumbs into the sink and, folding the bus rag across rim, I leaned against the counter and frowned at my boots. “I want you to know I support you doing this, but don’t expect to see me much while you’re him.  It wasn’t so bad when you were Jackson.  Jackson wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly but Jack is… different.  You’ll be different.  And I’d rather not … not find out the hard way just how different you’ll have to be.  I don’t know how to say this kindly and I’m sorry if it’s hurtful but that’s how I feel about it.”

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