I will, but only if you'll flog me harder, as I've been writing and not reading at all. Tess lies forlorn, crumpled in the corner where I flung her when the muse rose up and bit me.

That's two copies of Tess lying in corners, then. Sharp teeth, the muses have, don't they?

Flog me first!

Well, okay, but only because you asked so nicely.

bet=bed, and I even checked for typos. Bah.

connie, this is wonderful and I want to see more...

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Can someone smack Dawn for being so stupid? Please?

Well, in her defense, she'd have taken the journal if she'd had more time, and she wasn't expecting a divine home invasion.

That does not in any way mitigate my desire to see her slapped.

Ah, it's one of those transcendant thingies. Gotcha.

Could you write a fic where Rona gets bitchslapped and Kennedy get mangled and dead?

But after you finish this one, because I want to - well, not get to the good stuff, because it's all good, but get to the stuff that I'm particularly interested in and you know what I mean, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Patience, my child, patience. t evil laugh

Don't make me and Otis get drunk. We'll do it.

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Disclaimer - by 'do it' I do not mean 'have sex' because having sex with an elderly redneck who resides in someone else's head can only be icky.