Spending Christmas Eve at a funeral is not the best way to kick off the holidays, I have to say. But it did put some things in perspective. Because as my aunt said in her speech (which had to be read out by the funeral director because she did not have the strength to do it herself), she and her late husband would like nothing more than for us,
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*hugs*
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I am very, very thankful for knowing you as well, and for being able to share fandom things, and RL things with you. And I am SO happy to be going to New Zealand with you! I hope *you* will be able to stand spending almost 4 weeks with *me,* without wanting to chuck me in Mount Doom. ;D
*HUGS*
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What did you think of the fic, did you read it?
And... you do know Mount Doom is CGI, right? Besides, if I want to chuck you into anything, it'd probably be the Bubbling Mud Pools Of Despair in Rotorua, which would be vastly more entertaining. ;)
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Oh no! Mount Doom is not real??!! First Johnny comes out of the closet, and now this! I don't know how many more shocking revelations I can take!!
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Tssss, you think it would be entertaining to chuck me into boiling hot mud? *backs away slowly* And "Bubbling Mud Pools Of Despair"? That sounds charming. We must go there! :D
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