I love Jilli.
'The Girl in Question'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Oh, Erin. That was amazing.
I love the Jilli drabbles.
A rare candid photo of celebrated stage magician Framton Ferdinad Fostron and his two assistants, Elspeth and Adelaide. Framton Ferdinad Fostron was most famous for never speaking a word; all communication was carried out by his writing notes on dove-grey paper with peacock blue ink. He would then hand the note to one of his assistants; while the recipent of the note silently looked at it, the other assistant would recite what it said, even though she never looked at the note at any time before or after her recitation.
There is no record of Elspeth or Adelaide ever talking directly to each other, though, by all accounts, they were close friends. The wherabouts of Framton Ferdinad Fostron, Adelaide, and Elspeth are unknown at this time.
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(Yes, I'm trying to avoid some particularly tedious documents I need to take a look at. This is much more fun.)
Now I am earwormed with "Photographs and Memories" and am very sad. Please send cupcakes.
(chanting) Jilli's in a mooo-ood, Jilli's in a mooo-ood!
(chanting) Jilli's in a mooo-ood, Jilli's in a mooo-ood!
Jilli doesn't want to stare at the design specs for the new version of the product she's working on.
Deb will gladly look at Jilli's design specs if it takes Deb's mind off how much she wants to run amok in the senate with her crossbow right now.
Deb, I'm planning on reading the manuscript this weekend--is that going to be too late?
Kristin, nope, not too late at all.
The matching collar and bag made the decision for me. Any girl who took the trouble to trick herself out like that played by the rules. She’d be polite, maybe a bit cautious, but she wouldn’t want to make a scene. She wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful. It wouldn’t be nice.
It was almost too easy, when I picked up a ticket receipt and asked if it was hers. She smiled, edging her glasses back up her nose, and I could see it all in that moment—the bar just outside the station, the alley beyond that. My car.
The end.