Fridays promise Rain. Well, actually Saturdays do, because of the time difference, but Friday is now a magical day. A day I look yonder to for its promise. I dare not think of the time when the gratification of fic will no longer exist.
I read this evening that the gw500 prompt for this week was Strain. Which of course made the leap for me to St.
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Post it on the 500. They are nice people and they will like this.
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anyways ... do you know that Bri barred me from poking about a year ago? *grin*
He scares me sometime. I havena poked you since. You can poke me though. It reminds me of pookie. Kinda. Though I think pookie's scary too. And I'm beginning to see even more clearly why other people poking you is not something that Bri approves of. hmmm. I didn't expect to start empathizing when I reminisced down this road.
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