original fic: we don't live in the sixties.
we don't live in the sixties.
original. 4500 words. r. She crushed the cigarette out under her feet. "I shouldn't really be talking to the enemy," she tells him. thank you to everyone who held my hand through this; this is really nuts and a bit longer than what i usually write. sort of an accelerated version of current political events. not that this is entirely political, it's also sort of a family drama and things. i'd just really love some feedback.
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original. 4500 words. r. She crushed the cigarette out under her feet. "I shouldn't really be talking to the enemy," she tells him. thank you to everyone who held my hand through this; this is really nuts and a bit longer than what i usually write. sort of an accelerated version of current political events. not that this is entirely political, it's also sort of a family drama and things. i'd just really love some feedback.
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