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René struggled to keep his eyes open. He suspected that the other man had asked for that particular ointment on purpose, knowing how hard it would be to fight the pull of sleep with its soothing smell in the air. However, the paste would indeed ease Porthos' pain, and René could not truly fault the man for his scheming.
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Please, may we have another?
SOON!!!
LB
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Sequel is, in fact, well on its way, but its still far from finished, so it might still be awhile...
You know, if this story was in anyway enjoyable to read, everyone has you to thank for it? Reading a story filled with bad spelling and grammar mistakes can be quite boring...
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Yay to the promise of a sequel....can't wait to see what you have in store......
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finally read it and let me tell you it was So good!!
there's something in the rhythm of how you write, how you balance pain and feelings with wit and fun, and make the entire thing sway in the head of the reader. I really like your writing.
So... now I'm off to read the next story.
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Glad you decided to come back and read it, but I would have totally understand if you gave this a wide berth... sorry for the zero warnings :(
And thank you so much! If the rhythm is there, its not on purpose, I assure you *g* just a happy coincidence... or maybe the fact that I can't keep serious for too long ;)
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I might have to explain thou, the reason why this hurt me is because PTSD is like that, one moment you're okay and the next, you're there, smell of ozone and oil and sweat, the sound of the engine and the shots and blood, it was like you knew exactly what to trigger off. is not easy, you're awesome.
I guess, as I'm sure someone wiser than me said; Talent can't be taught.
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