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Arrrgh my fic!
May. 16th, 2006 08:47 pmDear Cordelia: Will you please, just for a foolscap page or so, just shut up psychoanalysing everyone? Thank you.
Dear Gregor: Talk to me, dammit.
Dear Aral: I know you're the strong silent type, but can you work with me a little on this one, please?
Dear Miles: Sod off. You've been very clever and your parents are excessively proud of you, and Count Piotr and Bothari are dancing an underground jig together, so will you please go away now? Let Gregor have some attention for a change.
I've spent the early part of the evening digging fungus out of the flowerbed. It's pale brown and wrinkled, sort of ear-shaped, and it came in the sand that's underneath the flags of the path. Now it's moved into the soil and it grows at a quare rate of knots. I dig it up, three days later it's back.
Dear Gregor: Talk to me, dammit.
Dear Aral: I know you're the strong silent type, but can you work with me a little on this one, please?
Dear Miles: Sod off. You've been very clever and your parents are excessively proud of you, and Count Piotr and Bothari are dancing an underground jig together, so will you please go away now? Let Gregor have some attention for a change.
I've spent the early part of the evening digging fungus out of the flowerbed. It's pale brown and wrinkled, sort of ear-shaped, and it came in the sand that's underneath the flags of the path. Now it's moved into the soil and it grows at a quare rate of knots. I dig it up, three days later it's back.
