Because seriously, Monday needs glee, right? Also because RL has been being very RL-ish for many people lately, and fannish squeefulness always helps. *nods
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I see what you're doing with that icon there. ;) Okay fine. Here, awkward sentence structure and all:
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’Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.’ It’s been part of Olivia’s mantra since her meeting with Broyles. ’Eddie. Ella and Eddie.’ She pulls one of her few photo albums from the bookshelf and perches on the arm of the sofa while she flips through the pages, back to front. Walter’d told her that memories are preserved by creating associations - My Very Excellent Mother Just Served Us Nine Pickles - The names of the planets plus one recently demoted, for example
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Ooh, I really really like this. It's very haunting, in a way, especially the bit about how she remembers everything about Ella from that trip but not Eddie. Like she's got ghosts floating around in her own life now. And how like her to doggedly look for the ways to splice those two different lives together. And interesting because it makes me think about the difference in how she and Peter react in circumstances which are essentially mirror images or different sides of the same coin.
(And yes, you should definitely have shared that! *g*)
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’Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.’ It’s been part of Olivia’s mantra since her meeting with Broyles. ’Eddie. Ella and Eddie.’ She pulls one of her few photo albums from the bookshelf and perches on the arm of the sofa while she flips through the pages, back to front. Walter’d told her that memories are preserved by creating associations - My Very Excellent Mother Just Served Us Nine Pickles - The names of the planets plus one recently demoted, for example ( ... )
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(And yes, you should definitely have shared that! *g*)
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See, I love that you find all these things that are completely unintentionally there, but you make it sound like I know what I'm doing. *g*
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