Jan 10, 2011 21:43
X-DRAFT MOTHERBITCHES
*collapses*
Fifteen thousand words. FIFTEEN. Fucking. THOUSAND.
I bow to you, story. You were a worthy opponent. But DAMN, we really need to trim you the hell down.
Q
*polishes up the pruning shears*
writing,
fanfic
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