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[travels_in_time]

--No A/C at work. It's 91 degrees out. *iz ded of hott* I came home for lunch to cool off, and now I'm having a hard time talking myself into going back.

--The F/K/V? Has been going along nicely (if very very slowly). There's divorcing, angsting, fighting, bonding, giving birth (no, no, it's Frannie, this is not the other kind of story), not-

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[_medley_]

Oh, bleck, about the A/C. *makes you iced tea*

not-really-flirting-except-it-totally-is

I'm a big fan of that. Also of unreliable narrators. *has glee*

I think you're OK with two POVs. I'd think.

[travels_in_time]

ICED TEA! *glomps you*

I'd be a bigger fan of unreliable narrators if they'd let me know about it earlier on. *glares* They're unbalancing the story!

Still, I guess that's what "unreliable" is all about, right?

[_medley_]

Iced tea is GOOD.

*kicks your narrators a bit* *sends Ten to glare at them*

[travels_in_time]

...I...think you just got Ten a cameo in this story. *is ded*

Also there was NO AIR AGAIN TODAY.

[_medley_]

Bwahaha! That is made of win.

ETA: Are they trying to KILL YOU? Bleah. No A/C is an emergency, as far as I'm concerned.

[travels_in_time]

He's trying to tell Huey and Dewey that no, he WASN'T trying to break into the jewelry store, he was trying to find his blue box which was stolen, have you seen it anywhere, Donna, please don't kick the nice policeman, and by the way did you know that the jewelry-store owner is an alien?

ETA: As far as ANYBODY in the South is concerned! Tomorrow is dress-down. I haven't paid my money, but I don't care. I'm ditching the pantyhose and going for jeans and a polo shirt.

[_medley_]

*cracks up* That is awesome.

Ditching the pantyhose is the only sane solution. *nods*

[travels_in_time]

It's all your fault!

[_medley_]

I will happily take the blame for that.