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O when her life was yet in bud,
He too foretold the perfect rose.
For thee she grew, for thee she grows
For ever, and as fair as good.
“Speech is but broken light upon the depths of the unspoken.”
George Eliot
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She awoke to the strange sensation of something vaguely slimy moving over her nose. She batted at it
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Incidentally, LJ Spell Check doesn't recognize 'frabjous' any more than it does 'Callimachus'. Tragic!
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(in case you couldn't tell, this means I loved the story, and can't wait for the next installment.)
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I'd not re-read this chapter since, well, a while ago. Shame on me for forgetting how absolutely brilliant it is: perfect characterization, amazing--incredible, really--UST, a nice touch of angst...and a wonderful weaving together of the remaining loose ends. And as if the end with them in the console room wasn't enough of a cliffhanger, you added the teaser for Heartbreak Hotel?
*bows to the awesomeness*
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Can't wait for the next installment!
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And then I get to the epilogue, and those dreaded words: this fall. GAH! What a wait . . . but it'll be a wait that's worth it.
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