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valarltdOut to breakfast with Mudd.
Laundry, groceries.
Watched "This is what Love In Action looks like," a documentary about the summer of 2005 and the protests at the ex-gay program.
Crocheted, read on The Skin Trade.
And I wrote 4123 words!
A major, major sex scene.
And a fight.
And magical make-up sex.
Double Six Sentence Sunday, for an even dozen
Still fighting it, love. Goddess knows I love the bottle myself, but Nancy Whisky is terrible at conversation, worthless in the sack, and she'll never love me back.
And she'll never grieve when you die, either. She'll never weep when you leave, wondering if she'll ever be herself again. Bran, I can't let you get closer, because you're going to be gone in a week, one way or another. And if I live through the Oueliett business, I'm going to be alone, whether with the memory of a dead lover, or just left behind because the fucking Witan shipped him off to die somewhere else.
I sat down hard. I hadn't meant to say that much. Nobody got under my skin enough to get that much truth out of me. I wiped my face which was really wet all of a sudden. Tears. That settled it. He had to go.
Laundry, groceries.
Watched "This is what Love In Action looks like," a documentary about the summer of 2005 and the protests at the ex-gay program.
Crocheted, read on The Skin Trade.
And I wrote 4123 words!
A major, major sex scene.
And a fight.
And magical make-up sex.
Double Six Sentence Sunday, for an even dozen
Still fighting it, love. Goddess knows I love the bottle myself, but Nancy Whisky is terrible at conversation, worthless in the sack, and she'll never love me back.
And she'll never grieve when you die, either. She'll never weep when you leave, wondering if she'll ever be herself again. Bran, I can't let you get closer, because you're going to be gone in a week, one way or another. And if I live through the Oueliett business, I'm going to be alone, whether with the memory of a dead lover, or just left behind because the fucking Witan shipped him off to die somewhere else.
I sat down hard. I hadn't meant to say that much. Nobody got under my skin enough to get that much truth out of me. I wiped my face which was really wet all of a sudden. Tears. That settled it. He had to go.
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Date: 2012-05-21 07:44 pm (UTC)