A winter fic : comments.
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The kind of writing that makes me feel some warmth...
Day comes slowly and sideways on. In the kitchen, the sick light buzzes and fades, its power diminishing.
and giddy inspiration...
Dom waits, follows a very fine crack on the ceiling to see where it goes. It doesn't go anywhere.
Such lovely, tender, and superfluous details make the writing SO very great!
Who woulda thunk it, such talent radiating out from the next room...(knew it all along!)
and yeah, IS there a sequel?
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I'm really pleased you liked it. :)
Now get offline and go and make me a sandwich!