Ray sighed to himself as she made a fair attempt at being one half of a dramatic hero-and-heroine embrace. It would have worked better if Fraser wasn’t standing ramrod straight, expression warring between acute interest at the lamp and the smoke, and stiff embarrassment. HAH! And then there were donuts. Very wise, Dief, I was terribly afraid of what Frannie might do with three wishes.
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Oh, ficlateer!
(You've had me abusing the lyrics to The Weakerthans' 'Pamphleteer'. *wanders off singing 'I am your ficlateer*)
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