Emily's suggestion...

[reverend_alex]

The snow fell in cold kisses upon his burning cheek as he strolled down the prospect. A small wind whipped off the Neva and played at the fur of his overcoat, sweeping it this way and that. He swigged again from the bottle of Troika in his gloved hand, the condensation turning to ice around its neck. The beer was cold and crisp, and further warmed

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[siobhan684]

I haven't the concentration span to read your latest work properly right now, so can you just confirm that this is a piece of Neighbours fanfic, and I'll make a mental note to read it at a later date.

Glad to see you're diversifying.

And then...

[anonymous]

She ripped his throat out with her subdermal mandible.