I have been chewing all your ears off about this monster fic of mine, and now 'tis done! My type of LJ account doesn't seem to let me post more than ~5000 words in one go, so to prevent this 25,000+ thing clogging everyone's f-lists I think the best thing is probably to post it in chunks of a few chapters at a time BUT it is finished and will keep
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>>Thus he and Sam had yelled, grabbed each other, tussled in the corridor, fallen into the locker room and broken a chair.
Just another Wednesday really.<<
>>“Nah. Full. Time go home.” Gene insisted, finally grabbing Sam and the coat and inserting the one into the other through brute force. <<
Gene's refusal to articulate what's happened between them? Brilliant.
>>And, that? The later stuff? That hadn’t happened. But remembering the tea and TV, that was OK. Just about.<<
His reluctance, his decision to live a "certain way" just *really* makes sense to me but I've told you all of this before, but thanks... again!
BTW I know you've already finished writing the story but is it too shallow of me to hope that Gene finally recalls "the later stuff?" :D
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Gene's articulation thing - I'm so glad you like that. That is where this came from - the 'words challenge' response that I had was that bunny, but as I say, it kind of got past that!
Yay for more feedback! Thank you :D
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Part 3 up? Fantastic! Apart from more to read it gives me the perfect excuse to NOT watch the Redskins game with the gang *refuses to be culturally assimilated*
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*loves on you* HE SO WOULD.
Okay, you have me, I'm gripped in your tight hold, do your worst.
This is so, so great and I am gleeful and yay, your writing wins me over in every single way.
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Thank you <3
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I am LOVING this. I can't wait to read the rest. Thank you!
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Love that line. So Sam.
And you've got into Gene's head so well. Men like him would try and deny their true tendencies because of the way they lived and were brought up.
*off to the next chapter*
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Am loving this a lot! The flake mug - those darn things get *everywhere*, don't they???
Just a little nitpick:
Gene drained the end of his pint - he’d only had three, felt like more - and put the glass down amongst the ones Ray, Chris and Annie had left as they had slipped away and home to whoever they had waiting.
Then Gene had risen with a slight wobble and clapped Sam on the back.
Not sure about the "three" in this. Even if it felt like more, there's no way that three pints of 70's bitter would affect Gene at all. If you're into amending at all, I'd suggest you up that slightly - maybe five or six.
(I recall an anecdote of one of my dad's friends regularly drinking 18 pints of mild on a Saturday night. Admittedly the guy is most likely dead of cirrhosis of the liver now, but still...)
I wouldn't comment on it, but it knocked me out of the story. Which is not what you want really.
Now if you will excuse me, I'm off to read the rest.....
*g*
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:D
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