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Edit: YAY!

I got to see it. I can say that it's the bestest badfic mpreg story ever.

Jilli, if you post the lyrics, I'll take a shot-- do you mind if I try it?

Oooh, that would be spiffy RL! I hafta dig up the lyrics again, or listen to the song so I can get them in the right order.

We found an old doll that was out in the grass, She had special powers, we said a Black Mass. We sat in a circle all holding hands. The Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands.

She'll rise, she'll rise.

Chorus: Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin. She's so pretty all dressed up in white. Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin. When we need her, she'll rise to the light. (It's a flickering, beautiful sight.)

We looked down at the ground and into her eyes. Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies. (Surprise, surprise!) Were brought but not used a collection of knives. We'll remember this moment for all of our lives.

She'll rise, she'll rise.

(If it helps any, the tune is a waltz w/ cellos, female vocals.)

I've downloaded these mp3s-- expect a toaster, Jilli, I'd like to buy a CD. Which one is "Gingerbread Coffin" from?

Cabin Fever, which is a fab, fab album.

Oh! I know the reference to give you - Season 2 Buffy, when Dru was setting up for her party (where she got the Judge)? The song snippet playing in the background that she briefly dances to is "Transylvanian Concubine" by Rasputina, off their first CD Thanks for the Ether.

Oh, shiny.

I'ma write this. I may be unforgivably cribbing off Jane St Claire's Like Nobody's Watching (which I love so much), but I'll write it.

Wow. I had never read that one. Neat.

But I know you'll do something wonderous and shiny. Because you write like that.