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So, I'm talking with popmusicjunkie, who's back from her vacations. And she goes and says horrible things to me. HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THINGS(1). She says things like,
popmusicjunkie (10:49:52 p.m.): SWEET LIKE SUGAR is what this fic is
and
popmusicjunkie (10:51:40 p.m.): I CANNOT HANDLE THE CUTE OF IT ALL.
THOSE ARE ALL LIES. LIES, I TELL YOU. LIES. *nods* Just so you know.
(1) For the Sentence Fiction Challenge.
popmusicjunkie (10:49:52 p.m.): SWEET LIKE SUGAR is what this fic is
and
popmusicjunkie (10:51:40 p.m.): I CANNOT HANDLE THE CUTE OF IT ALL.
THOSE ARE ALL LIES. LIES, I TELL YOU. LIES. *nods* Just so you know.
(1) For the Sentence Fiction Challenge.