So, I'm talking with
popmusicjunkie, who's back from her vacations. And she goes and says horrible things to me. HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THINGS(1). She says things like,
popmusicjunkie (10:49:52 p.m.): SWEET LIKE SUGAR is what this fic is
and
popmusicjunkie (10:51:40 p.m.): I CANNOT HANDLE THE CUTE OF IT ALL.
THOSE ARE ALL LIES. LIES, I TELL YOU. LIES. *nods* Just so you know.
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*coos at the fic*
IT IS MADE OF CUTE! And Cotton Candy! WHY WON'T YOU JUST BELIEVE ME and be OKAY with it?
(well, okay fine. PARTS of it are. There is a minor, slight current of angst running underneath it all. But you KNOW the parts that I am talking about ARE far too cute for me to handle without flailing like a girly thing)
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IT IS NOT CUTE!
I will not take it. shut up shut up shut up.
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*cough*
Um, sorry. hee
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Even thought there IS a minor in the story. That is not what I was referring to. OH I QUIT.
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