Anyone else smell sulphur? Anyway...
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks
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Everything is soft: the lacy pillows, the afternoon light coming through the window panes, David's hand on his. Soon they will have to go back to face the cameras and the questions and the chaotic whirl of Conference, and the day after tomorrow they must return to London and face the SDP. It doesn't seem like much to set against all that, this little patch job that is all Alan can offer his leader, or at any rate all David will accept. But looking at the peace on David's face, he thinks perhaps it might be enough. Alan rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes, emptying his mind and listening to the whispered rhythm of their mingled breath until the the distant cry of a gull drifts in through the window and drags them back into the world.
~ Fin ~
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And I think we need comment fic for your threadfail. Possibly involving David Steel being very impressed by one of David Owen's speeches. ;)
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