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May. 22nd, 2009 08:01 pm
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (less over boggles)
"That which doesn't kill me makes me a badass, huh, Cyrano?"

"Keep up the quips and we're running ten miles today instead," he said mildly.

"You're shitting me."

"Only one way to find out, little brother."

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...Yeah, I got nothing (lies--there's a setup and I'm too tired to write it, but the main point of the whole thing is so I can use Cal's line >>). But in a week and a half or so, I'm starting up at my summer job again, and I will have just stupid amounts of time for writing terrible fic. /o/ In the meantime, go easy on me, I graduate tomorrow. XD

eta: Did I just accidentally plagiarize half that conversation from the books? Because I'll feel really dumb if I did, but I really wouldn't be surprised. >> Sleepy AR is sleepy and useless as fuck, man.
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Feb. 28th, 2009 06:25 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
She sighed and leaned her head in her hands, elbows on the kitchen table. I'd knocked all the wind out of her sails. Without looking at me, my mother replied in a tight, small voice, as if she was trying not to cry. "Goldberg. Her name was Jess Goldberg."

With her name in my ears, my memories suddenly felt as clear as when they first happened. Everything about Jess--her smell, her laugh, the way she looked at the eagles at the zoo the day she told us she was leaving--came into focus.

Jess Goldberg.

I was going to find her.

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When we have time again, let's write Stone Butch Blues fanfic with Kim as the narrator on the search for Jess. Please, please, please. I need for that story to occur.

...Don't ask why I'm half-trying to mimic Jess's narration when I want to set it in Kim's POV. I just want to. Besides, questioning why I wanted to write Stone Butch Blues fic in the first place is probably a smarter place to start.
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