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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
Ack, some more people just put HF on alert. I really, really need to get this next chapter actually written, because it's just sitting here as a series of hastily scribbled bullet points.

I do like the idea of Luke being proud that Guy made a maid cry.

But why is my Luke such a dope? It's like he hasn't grown at all. I'm sorry, sweetie. It's just more fun that way.

Current Mood: determined determined
Current Music: male prima donna--subtle sexuality

justify your existence