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May 23, 2007 21:04

The warmth was more like a carbon-monoxide leak than anything else; you hardly even noticed the temperature until you caught a bead of sweat and thought maybe you were slowly being suffocated, and maybe you should get out of the house. I was lying on my floor, my forehead casually brushing itself against the bottom of my night stand, as if my Aryan ( Read more... )

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soullessfeather May 24 2007, 22:27:06 UTC
we should write a story in which we take turns telling the first person narrative through little live-journal lengthed passages.

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afiendishthingy May 24 2007, 23:07:34 UTC
that sounds great; any particular premise?
i am gonna read your manuscript soon, i have just been incredibly busy with lambriola papers and sexual favors, etc, etc.

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soullessfeather May 24 2007, 23:34:48 UTC
i have some faint, general ideas. but nothing of a plot. for that, we should come up with an outline and a shared story to tell. but we can talk about it more on the facebook. and that's fine. and don't be a slut.

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missingmypickle May 25 2007, 05:17:00 UTC
Hey, I'd totally read anything by you two. Keeeeeeeeeeep writing forrrreeeever.

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