They never talk about the things they do in the dark. That would make it real. The next morning, it feels like part of her dreams. She wants to mean nightmares, but she can't. And anyway her life has been a nightmare for so long, it's hard to differentiate things anymore - pleasure or self destruction, desire or depravity. How does one even
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When you said you were working something I said into a fic, I was hoping you might be doing some Deb/Hannah. I couldn't imagine what I'd said though! I love how you took the saint of serial killers thing and added the Martha Stewart Living. You made it even better (and more accurate)! It made me smile, and it was a very Deb thing to think.
This is a perfect little piece! Makes me want to read more Deb/Hannah. You should do some more. And post this in other places, like AO3 or something (I don't remember if you have an account there)!
Oh, and perfect title! <3
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Brilliant. ♥
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Thank you so much, loveliest Jenny!! :)
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Kidding....kind of. But seriously, great job. Keep it up. I need this shit in my life. <3
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Aw, thanks so much !!
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