Friday breakfast
“This is great. Best breakfast I've had in ages.” Doug's words barely made it around the last mouth-stretching piece of his bacon, cheese and mushroom butty. He chewed, swallowed, raised his mug and saluted the others with a five-second belch.
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I keep thinking that I should have figured this out by now, and it's almost there in my head, but then I'm not sure, and I get distracted by the fact that you're killing me here. Oh, wee Dougie.
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Then again, we're not even 24 hours into story-time, and the weekend is looming ahead.
Uh-oh. I think I hear the Suspense Police knocking at my door... :/
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My only criticism is that sometimes I dont think you describe things full enough, which leaves me confused. Its nothing major I just thought I'd point that out, as it's hard to tell when you are proof reading.
Still adore it though!
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I'll have another trawl through the remaining stuff with that in mind. If you want to point something out, I'd appreciate it. Thanks :)
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Love for the mothering of Tom, and uber cute Doogle...
I think I know what's going on... but not totally sure...
Update soon!!!!!
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O_O WOW.
I think I might have an idea of what's going on, but I'm still not completely sure.
I just want to cuddle Dougie in this. He just seems so helpless. =[
I think I might marry this fic. <3
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