I was going to post a long, irritated rant about my commute this morning, and this nasty old woman who wanted the bus driver to bypass the woman in a wheelchair at 72nd St., and my urge to turn around and rip her a new one for being so damned inconsiderate, which was restrained by the "don't yell at old ladies" rule my parents drilled into me when
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I'm right there with you, admiring the pyramids.
Thanks.
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Thpbbb.
*loffed this fic*
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::sneaks you a tissue::
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Ah, but the "don't yell at old ladies" rule is nullified by the "DO yell at people who know better but are rude, inconsiderate, and just a blight on the human race" rule. No matter the age, being that rude isn't an excuse. *g*
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...No. Just no.
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There's something very convincing in the idea that these things would only occur to Sirius at (actually, aftr) the last minute.
"It was a short life, Sirius Black, and a painful one," she says, "but you were loved, and you loved in return. Not everyone can say that."
Very nice! (Of course, now I've got "Nature Boy" going through my head...) ;-)
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He's very much an "in the moment" character, and not one to ever think of consequences, even after everything he's been through.
Of course, now I've got "Nature Boy" going through my head...)
Sorry 'bout that. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I picture Ewan as Lupin. *g*
And thanks.
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