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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
it's a long way to Tipperary
I'm almost done with this chapter. This last scene is feeling a little jokey and tonally off compared to what's just happened, but I didn't know where else to stick Anise's sub-sub-subplot.

I hope to have it up here in a couple of days for a quick once-over and any comments before it officially goes up at ff.net, which (fingers crossed) will be by the end of the month.

Current Mood: determined determined
Current Music: I won't apologize--selena gomez & the scene

justify your existence