This might be a real story sometime; it might not. People are finally catching up to my Grosse Pointe quarantine fic(Which, incidentally, is the thing I wrote the most cause I liked it since I was about twelve.) Maybe this could be one of those. Friends "The One Where The Plot Bunny Grieves" [link]
It's like, in the middle of all this, I'm paranoid that you'll think I don't like poetry.
Buffy ,'Empty Places'