Today is Rose Tyler’s nineteenth birthday. She has the sticky taste of mango on her lips, a new pearl bracelet on her wrist, and an equally-recent tear in her cotton frock. She is also not-quite halfway up the banyan tree in the courtyard of her home.
A veil of dappled shadow from the canopy above falls over her upturned face. The mid-
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Eeek. I'm sorry about the typo! I'm just awful at proofreading my own work at times XD. Thanks for pointing it out to me, and it's been fixed!
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Sometimes my insomnia works out for the best. Especially when I get to read stories like this. If this is you getting carried away, do it more often. Excellent work!
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Though I'm glad it lead you to read my fic, I hope your insomnia gets better, hun! ♥ ♥.
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I was actually sooo worried about the length... I edited it as much as I could to get it shorter, but the word count just wouldn't budge XD. But to hear that you wanted more makes me glad that I didn't cut out too much! *dances*
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I edited it as much as I could to get it shorter, but the word count just wouldn't budge
Hey,hey,hey, no matter how little you cut it was too much, don't say me you did cut some Rose/John scenes? :o
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