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swept into corners like so much dust

  • Apr. 28th, 2010 at 9:04 PM
Friday Gawain South
( Friday had a dozen words knotted together on his tongue but he could not separate them, could not find a way to say them. He decided he should keep them to himself; Erik wouldn't want them, in any case. )

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sunday's love stories are sure to end only in (in)sanity

  • Apr. 28th, 2010 at 8:46 PM
Ship
( The politics were hopelessly complex; half the families hated each other for barely-recalled reasons, and Lorcan found himself relieved that he had nothing at all to do with any of these people. )

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things that got wasted or just withered on the vine

  • Mar. 4th, 2010 at 5:40 AM
Friday Gawain South
( 'Mr Brooker,' he said, crouching down beside him, 'are you crying out here in the rain? Because if you are I shall have to think of something chivalrious to do and that has never been a talent of mine.' )

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we were criminals once (palms flat to the wall)

  • Feb. 17th, 2010 at 4:39 AM
Friday Gawain South
( He had his choice of places, from the highest brothels who gold-plate the notched bedposts, to the filthy ones crawling with dirt where a penny can get you a handful of half-starved desire or at the very least a disease to remember it by. )

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Timeline

  • Feb. 17th, 2010 at 3:15 AM
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1865

August ~ we were criminals once (palms flat to the wall)
September ~ things that got wasted or just withered on the vine
October ~ swept into corners like so much dust


1876

January ~ sunday's love stories are sure to end only in (in)sanity

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