I was going to write about writerly ethics - no, really, I was, I had Thoughts and a list and everything. Only my life takes me past my local graveyard, you see, which usually I like very much (it's pretty and quiet and I, er, am kind of weird and like graveyards generally) and this means 1. gargoyles and 2. statues. People who saw the last Doctor
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