i can give you the very modest and rather obvious little text i sent to camilla:
Mark blinked rapidly to keep the water out of his eyes as he tried not to watch Large and Sam. It wasn't like he didn't know. Still, it hurt like a knife between his ribs, just below his heart.
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Date: 2004-08-31 06:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-31 02:53 pm (UTC)our larges can chat with each other. hee.
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Date: 2004-08-31 08:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-08-31 02:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-31 02:52 pm (UTC)your icon!
is the most perfect thing in the world. i'm going to sit here and stare at it for a very, very long time.
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Date: 2004-08-31 03:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-31 04:00 pm (UTC)Mark blinked rapidly to keep the water out of his eyes as he tried not to watch Large and Sam. It wasn't like he didn't know. Still, it hurt like a knife between his ribs, just below his heart.
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Date: 2004-08-31 04:33 pm (UTC)i cannot stop thinking about mark. my brain and angst, man, this is ridiculous ;)