The Dyslexicon of Love
Casey's always been good with words. He's clear, concise, direct; he says what he means, and (mostly) means what he says.
There's one thing, though, that he wants - no, needs - to say, for which, it seems, there are no words. The ABC falls short; he might as well try alpha, beta, gamma or, given the nature of the problem,
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(...awww, I missed your drabbles! Gorgeous work as always <3)
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Thank you very much - I'm glad you enjoyed this, and it's nice to have been missed!
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Thanks for posting.
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Thank you for reading, and for commenting!
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Casey, what are we going to do with you?
It's only three little words, you can do it, I know you can.
I am always amazed at what you (phoebesmum) can do with so few words.
Thank you for sharing.
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And thank you so much!
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And awww, the drabble was lovely. I hope Danny says it to him, and then maybe Casey can just repeat it back.
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I expect Casey and Dan will sort themselves out eventually. And, in the meantime, I can carry on writing them both being equally hopeless.
Thank you!
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