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Nov. 12th, 2004 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doyleIf you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
This thing, this hard and fast kissing, hands wandering down to Fred's ass thing, is weird. Because she's pretty sure that Lilah's straight and really sure that Lilah's dead.
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Reynolds says... something. Sounds like so much gibberish to Spike, whose Chinese stretches to dong ma and make mine a double.
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Nina popped another piece of candy in her mouth and looked Willow over. "So what are you, again?"
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The guy was turning puce. "You took the President of the United States to Hooters?"
Faith tossed her tazer idly in her hand, and wondered whether she should use it if he had a heart attack.
This thing, this hard and fast kissing, hands wandering down to Fred's ass thing, is weird. Because she's pretty sure that Lilah's straight and really sure that Lilah's dead.
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Reynolds says... something. Sounds like so much gibberish to Spike, whose Chinese stretches to dong ma and make mine a double.
**
Nina popped another piece of candy in her mouth and looked Willow over. "So what are you, again?"
**
The guy was turning puce. "You took the President of the United States to Hooters?"
Faith tossed her tazer idly in her hand, and wondered whether she should use it if he had a heart attack.
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on 2004-11-12 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-12 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-12 05:41 am (UTC)Don't sweat it, though, okay? Seriously.
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on 2004-11-12 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-11-12 05:53 am (UTC)I sent it to you again and gazed happily at Holden. It's fun.