Hi, I am a crazy person. I spent Thursday afternoon sitting by the river, under the bridge where the people take their canoes down, watching the geese and the pleasure craft and the occasional solemn, athletic canoeist. One of the large passenger boats from Iffley had cut power and drifted into the middle of the river in order to turn around; there
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Also, *hugs*
Also, also, your final link is not to the West Wing one but to the Discworld one again.
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fixed, thankyou!
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And I'm sorry that you're feeling awful again/still/more. *loves* You are wonderful. Don't forget that.
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Thanks, honey. It's really appreciated. :)
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This is about Toby's babies-who-come-with-hats, Huck and Molly, only they're not babies, any more - and more than that I wouldn't want to say, because this story is perfect and complete and self-contained. It's immaculately thought-out and immaculately executed, and at something like 19,000 words, an astonishing achievement for a few months' work.
Um. Thank you for that rec. For a number of reasons, it's not a fic I ever would have clicked on and yet...it just kicked me in the gut multiple times. I can't even...
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