700-ish words. Much closer to the wire this week. I blame summer (the bastard!). Big thanks to
skripka and
sffan for quick beta-ing and title advice and general moral support. I'm a big dork. And they don't seem to care that much. Or they're nice about it anyway. I'm really very grateful.
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Fics with dialogue are shorter than they appear! )
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"And here I thought you were just trying to reaffirm your masculinity"
"You're not taking her anywhere!"
"I meant your own beds. Whatever. Just go be quiet." That "Whatever. Just go be quiet?" SO Mal. But you knew that.
And then, just when you have disarmed me with your comedy, that ending. Perfect.
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