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[kjack89]

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Two Sides to Every Story

Just a little modern AU E/R fluff for a Sunday night.

The Musain August 18, 2023 10:15am

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover,” Bossuet groaned as he pulled open the door to the Musain, automatically taking a step back to let Joly in first.

Joly just laughed. “You say that every weekend,” he pointed out. “Which means there’s probably a lesson in there about hanging out with Grantaire and its long-term effect on our livers.”

Bossuet just grunted an acknowledgement. “Right, so, you get the drinks, and I’ll find Grantaire?” he suggested.

“Perfect.”

It wasn’t like Grantaire was hard to spot by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a greater than passing chance that he hadn’t made it in yet, or had fallen asleep in the back room, or was emptying his stomach in the bathroom. 

But worse, to Bossuet’s immediate irritation, Grantaire was awake, seemingly hangover-free, and on the phone. He gave Bossuet a wave when he saw him, but didn’t hang up. “Yeah, no, I totally get it,” he said, his tone making it entirely obvious who he was talking to, which only made Bossuet’s irritation grow. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” He winked at Bossuet, who rolled his eyes. “In more ways than one.”

“No, no, don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here listening to you badly propositioning your boyfriend,” Bossuet grumbled, though despite his irritation and raging hangover, he didn’t quite sound as sour as he had intended. Probably because he had been wanting this for Grantaire for, like, ever, and at the end of the day, he was a bit of a softie. “Tell Enjolras I say hi.”

“Bossuet says hi,” Grantaire said dutifully, his smile widening at whatever Enjolras said in response. Then he straightened, his smile fading, just slightly. “Oh, sure. Love you.”

He paused, and Bossuet glanced at him, wondering what Enjolras was saying in response to that. After all, it’s not like the man was renowned for his sentimental side—

“Nuh-uh,” Grantaire said, his grin back in full force. “I love you more.”

Turns out when Bossuet was wrong, he was really wrong.

“No, I love you more.”

Bossuet rolled his eyes again, glancing around to see if Joly was on his way with the drinks to rescue him from having to listen to this.

“No, you hang up first.” Grantaire laughed at whatever Enjolras said. “I love you, talk to you tonight.”

He hung up and grinned that same stupid, dopey grin at Bossuet, who just gave him a withering look. “You two are revolting. You know that, right?”

“And here I thought you believed in true love,” Grantaire said innocently, snickering and dodging Bossuet’s half-hearted attempt to sock him in the arm. 

His phone buzzed on the table and he reached for it, but Bossuet beat him to it, picking it up and glancing down at the screen to read the text. “From Enjolras,” he read out loud. “I love you the most.”

He mimed throwing up while Grantaire wrestled his phone back from him, laughing. Joly arched an eyebrow as he carried their drinks over to the table. “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” Bossuet and Grantaire said at the same time.

City Hall 10:15am

“Anyway, this is our third meeting with the Civilian Office of Police Accountability, and needless to say, we’re getting nowhere,” Enjolras said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced down the hallway. “And I know tonight’s supposed to be date night, but I was hoping I could talk you into takeout at my place instead.”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Grantaire said immediately, and Enjolras let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Of course, he’d really had no reason to be worried – this thing with Grantaire was easy in a way that Enjolras had never allowed himself to believe a relationship could be. As easy and as perfect as Enjolras had hoped it would be when he finally let himself admit what seemingly everyone else had already put together on their own. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” Enjolras preemptively rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming by the smirk he heard in Grantaire’s voice. “In more ways than one.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Enjolras said dryly.

Grantaire’s grin sounded particularly self-satisfied when he said, “Bossuet says hi.”

“And Combeferre’s on his way here, so once he arrives, we’ll have ourselves a quorum.” The secretary poked her head out into the hallway and gestured at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. Honestly, I’m tempted to just offer to withdraw the complaint against the department as a whole if it mean they’d actually do fuck all about the officers involved. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh, sure,” Grantaire said, much more seriously than before. “I love you.”

Enjolras glanced over as the elevator doors dinged and Combeferre got off. “Uh-huh, you as well,” he said, a little distractedly, because Combeferre looked particularly grim, and Enjolras had a feeling he wasn’t going to like where this conversation was headed.

“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”

“Right,” Enjolras said blankly, tempted to ask if Grantaire was having a stroke. “Anyway—”

“No, I love you more.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed at Grantaire’s slightly gleeful tone. He might not have the slightest idea what Grantaire was doing, but judging by his tone, Grantaire sure did. “We’ll continue this conversation later—” he started warningly.

“No, you hang up first.”

“—no matter how fascinating this display of justification for homicide may be.”

Grantaire had the nerve to laugh. “I love you. Talk to you tonight.”

Enjolras hung up and forced a grimace masquerading as a smile at Combeferre. “You look like you have good news,” he said.

Combeferre just shook his head. “Dare I ask what that was?” he said mildly.

“Absolutely not,” Enjolras said firmly, typing a quick text to Grantaire: I love you the most. “So what’s going on that makes you look like someone’s died?”

“The mayor picked a new police superintendent,” Combeferre said, and Enjolras paused in the middle of composing his follow-up text.

“Well, that’s…” He trailed off, realization hitting. “Meaning COPA’s going to want to delay this until the superintendent gets approved by the Council and sworn in.”

Combeferre nodded. “Most likely.”

Something I want you to remember when I kill you with my bare hands tonight.

Enjolras clicked send on the second text before looking back at Combeferre. “Then in that case, fuck ‘em.”

Combeferre blinked. “Fuck ‘em?” he repeated, more intrigued than concerned. “Dare I ask what precisely you mean by that?”

“I mean fuck ‘em,” Enjolras said. “They’ve been trying to keep this quiet but if all they want to do is obfuscate and delay, let them. They’re not allowed to speak to the press about ongoing investigations, but we sure as fuck can.”

Combeferre nodded slowly. “You want to threaten to go to the press if they won’t move the investigation along.”

Enjolras’s phone dinged and he glanced down at it automatically. You said you were tempted to withdraw the complaint, the text from Grantaire said. Bet you’re not nearly so tempted now.

Enjolras felt a sharp smile stretch across his face. “Well played,” he murmured, so that Combeferre couldn’t quite hear him. “And no, I don’t want to threaten. I want us to do it. We’ll hold a press conference this afternoon, share everything we have. Should make for a nice little mess for the newly minted superintendent to deal with when he starts.”

The hint of a smile played at the corners of Combeferre’s mouth. “Burn it all to the ground,” he said.

Enjolras just shrugged. “Well, since Courfeyrac couldn’t make this meeting, someone’s gotta do it.”

Combeferre’s smile widened, and he gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”

Enjolras grinned as he glanced down at his phone and another text from Grantaire: You still going to kill me?

Jury’s still out, Enjolras sent back, hesitating before adding, But we’ve landed on a strategy of fuck ‘em and burn it all to the ground, so the odds look in your favor.

You’re welcome, Grantaire sent back, and Enjolras rolled his eyes.

If that’s your way of fishing for gratitude, good luck with that. He paused before adding, I love you.

A moment later, just as the secretary was letting them into the office for their meeting, Grantaire responded: Uh-huh, you as well ;)

Enjolras just rolled his eyes as he slipped his phone into his pocket, though he couldn’t help but smile.

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Tagged/my-face if you're still doing these

face cast: Leia Organa from Star Wars

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Out of those who accepted me I chose UTDallas. My dog Sylas is ready to go. #futurecomet @ut_dallas (at Osceola, Florida)

[swingthings]

Okay so first I'm interested in hearing a little more on how you got started, maybe your experience's getting into it. How much dance background you think would be required, maybe. You said you started with east coast swing, how was that? Like I'm sorry I'm just very interested in getting started someday. I want to ask everything!

First off: don’t be sorry! Ask as many questions as you want; there’s no need to apologize, futurecomet! I love talking about dance and dance-related things.

Lindy Hoppers: Origins; or, How I Got Started

(Awhile back I had a post on my personal blog in which I talked some about how I got started, so this may sound familiar to some. This is a shortened version of that night’s events which does not contain all of the details which I’d love to convey.)

I got my very reluctant start in the world of social dance at the relentless urging of my best friend. When she first brought up this mysterious swing dancing thing, I was less than willing. I spat out excuses and lamentations such as “But I can’t dance.” “I have no rhythm.” “I’m just going to mess everything up.” “I’m not going to have any fun.” But, to make my dearest friend happy, I went swing dancing anyways for the first time. My life changed on that night.

As my luck would have it, we got to the venue late and I missed the explanation of the basic! I awkwardly stumbled through the rest of the lesson before finally catching on to that now all-too-familiar “step, step, rock step.” But something happened as the night wore on, and something changed in my heart. Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with swing dancing. I went home that night a changed person. A happier person.

Background

I think it’s probably safe to say that most social dancers (whether they are in the ballroom, country, Latin, or swing worlds) have little to no dance background! I took one semester of tap, ballet, and jazz when I was ten. I was horrible at it, and I wouldn’t go near dancing at all until swing captured my heart. Everyone’s dance story is different, and this includes dance background/previous training. I know some dancers who have been dancing since they could walk. I know others who started when they were teenagers (myself included). And there are others still who started in various stages of adulthood. Most of the students at the ballroom studio where I work are in their 30s-50s!

While it can absolutely be helpful to have previous dance experience before getting into swing, it’s by no means necessary. A lot of top-level dancers (think: people who teach regularly, travel to teach, and compete often and at invitational/champion levels) started dancing as children, whether as soloists or in the partnered dances - but not all of them. As far as the social swing world goes, however, you’ll find that many people do not have any previous experience. If you have that dance background, great. If you don’t, also great! All this is to say: no dance experienced is required to start swing dancing.

You truly can just drop in to a beginner level class one day and be totally fine. Start going to some group classes. Start social dancing frequently as soon as you’ve got the basic down. And most definitely start taking private lessons if you can afford to.

The Gateway Dance

I started my dance journey with single step east coast swing (ECS), but I have since branched out quite a bit; my repertoire currently includes twenty-three different styles of dance (though to varying degrees of ability). ECS is, in my opinion, the gateway dance. While not everyone starts off with it, it’s a common dance that is easy to learn. You can be out on the social floor and feel pretty comfortable, having a good deal of fun, after just one group class. That being said, it can and does get old after awhile. If you'd rather not start with ECS, that's perfectly fine.

I now much prefer west coast swing (WCS) and lindy hop to ECS. But east coast was enough to get me started! It ultimately led me to all of these other dances. It ultimately led me to a great job, wonderful friends, and a fuller life. Now you’re probably wondering, “Where do I start? Should I start with ECS, or ballroom, or lindy hop, or WCS, or what?” And there is no clear-cut answer. Like I said earlier, every dance story is different. We are all on different paths. There are plenty of swing dance clubs/organizations which only teach the various swing dances. There are also plenty of ballroom studios which teach swing dancing. If you go to a ballroom studio, ECS will probably be one of the first things you learn. (However, as an instructor at such a studio, I would caution you: do your research. If you are interested in specifically lindy hop and/or WCS, going to ballroom instructors to learn can be hit or miss. Look up some videos from that particular studio/instructor or call ahead to ask some questions if you can. Ballroom style west coast is a pitiful sight, and not a ton of ballroom-oriented studios teach lindy. That being said, a strong background in ballroom can be helpful for swing dancing, but it’s completely optional.)

If you’re really interested in lindy hop or WCS in particular, you probably won’t be satisfied starting with anything else. Keep in mind, though, that it will take awhile to get truly comfortable dancing, no matter what style you do. There will be moments of frustration. There might be tears and blisters and blood and wounded pride. But when you stick with it, there will be smiles and friendships and progress and fulfillment. Oh, and blisters, too. You can’t really escape the blisters.

I hope this helped! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask them.

[kjack89]

E/R 38 pls

38. "Jet Lag" by Simple Plan and Natasha Bedingfield.

E/R, modern AU, established relationship.

Just as he had done for the past few mornings, as soon as his phone alarm went off, Enjolras rolled over to grab his phone, silence the alarm, and immediately FaceTime Grantaire. Unlike the past few mornings, however, his call went unanswered, and Enjolras frowned. He sent a quick text. You up?

No flashing dots appeared indicating Grantaire was replying, and Enjolras sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face. He was just about to toss his phone aside and get up to shower when it rang and Enjolras let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. “Hey,” he said, as Grantaire’s face swam into view on the screen. “Were you asleep?”

“Barely,” Grantaire said. “But, uh, I actually had my phone charging in the other room and lost track of the time.”

Even though he had no reason to think so, Enjolras couldn’t help but feel like that was a lie, and he frowned slightly. “Everything ok?”

Grantaire flashed him a tired but genuine smile. “Everything is fine,” he assured him, and Enjolras relaxed, just a little. “Other than the fact that it is, like, 2 in the morning here. And this late night shit is not for me anymore. Five years ago, this would have been a typical Tuesday. Now, I’m gonna need, like, six weeks to recover.”

“You and me both,” Enjolras sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be really glad to get out of Switzerland and to a more reasonable time zone. Especially one with far more reasonable prices.”

“That sounds like a story,” Grantaire said with a grin. “Protesting the World Economic Forum at Davos not everything you dreamed it’d be?”

Enjolras groaned. “Hardly,” he said. “I paid $17 for a tuna fish sandwich yesterday. And it wasn’t a fancy sandwich. It was on white bread.”

Grantaire nodded appreciatively. “A fact that I’m sure was easier for you to swallow when you remembered that you don’t like tuna fish,” he said, sniggering as Enjolras gave him the finger. “So, uh, why exactly did you get a tuna sandwich anyway?”

“I thought it was turkey,” Enjolras said with a sigh. “My French isn’t what it used to be.”

Grantaire looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Don’t they mostly speak German in Davos?”

“Shut up,” Enjolras groaned, and now Grantaire did laugh. After a moment, Enjolras reluctantly joined, barking a laugh before hesitating. “I miss you,” he said. “And not your German is better than mine.”

“If it’s German you’re looking for, you should be FaceTiming with Marius,” Grantaire teased, though something sobered in his expression. “But I know. And I miss you, too.”

Silence fell between them, and Enjolras hesitated again, not wanting to ruin what had otherwise been a fairly drama-free phone call. “Should we talk about last night?” he hedged finally.

Grantaire groaned, running a tired hand across his face. “Only if you force me to,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I really am—”

“I know, Enjolras told him quickly. “And it’s ok, really, I just—”

“I fell asleep during FaceTime sex,” Grantaire interrupted, his hand still covering his face. “There is absolutely nothing ok about that.” 

“At least you fell asleep before it got any good?” Enjolras offered. Grantaire just snorted and Enjolras sighed. “It’s the jet lag, I’m sure.”

Grantaire lowered his hand to give Enjolras a look. “Babe, you’re the one in a different time zone.”

“And you’re the one living your life like you are,” Enjolras countered.

Grantaire sighed. “I know,” he murmured, something darkening in his expression.

Enjolras worried his lower lip between his teeth before saying bracingly, “But hey, after Switzerland, it’s just a quick stop in Germany and then a short jump down to Peru for a couple days—”

“Peru?” Grantaire interrupted, his voice strained. “When the hell did Peru get added to agenda?”

Enjolras had the sudden, horrible realization that while he’d let Combeferre and Courfeyrac know about his plans to meet with the protestors in Peru, he’d forgotten to include Grantaire on that particular email. “Well, seeing as how there’s been widespread state violence against protestors—” he started, a defensive edge creeping into his voice.

“All of which is being thoroughly covered by folks on the ground,” Grantaire said, his voice tight.

“I know that, but—”

Grantaire sighed. “But what?” he asked tiredly.

Enjolras shrugged. “But it’s important,” he said quietly.

There was a long pause before Grantaire jerked a nod, not quite meeting Enjolras’s eyes. “I know,” he said. “I just miss you.”

“I know,” Enjolras echoed. “I miss you, too.”

Silence again stretched between them, but Enjolras didn’t try to interrupt it this time, just watching as Grantaire forced his expression into something neutral before finally meeting Enjolras’s eyes again. “Listen,” he started, “I hate to do this given the timing of the conversation we just finished, and I really don’t want you to read too much into it, but can we cancel our standing call before you go to bed tonight?”

“Oh,” Enjolras said, feeling his heart sink to somewhere near his stomach. He scratched the back of his neck before admitting, “It’s a little hard for me not to read into that, given everything.”

“I know,” Grantaire said heavily. “I just really need some sleep.”

Though Enjolras nodded, he couldn’t help but ask quietly, “At, what, 4:30 in the afternoon?”

Grantaire sighed again. “If that’s what it takes.”

Enjolras nodded again, even though he was the one who could no longer quite meet Grantaire’s eyes. “Ok,” he said. “Then I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hesitated before adding, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Grantaire said before ending the call, and Enjolras stared down at the screen of his phone for a long moment, trying very hard to resist the sudden, inexplicable urge to hurl his phone against the wall.

— — — — —

Needles to say, when Enjolras woke up almost 24 hours later in a terrible mood, it wasn’t just because he’d somehow managed to wake up before his phone alarm went off. In fact, it took him a long moment of glowering up at his ceiling to realize what exactly had woken him up in the first place: the sound of knocking on the door of his AirBNB.

He lay there for a moment longer before finally getting up, willing himself not to bite the head off of whichever fellow protester had the misfortune of knocking on his door that morning. He yanked the door open, ready to tell whoever it was that he needed another hour, but instead, he found himself face-to-face with— 

“Grantaire?”

“Hey,” Grantaire said tiredly.

Enjolras stared at him as if he might be imagining him. “What– how?” he croaked.

Grantaire shrugged, the movement slightly hampered by his backpack and puffy green coat. “Had to use basically all your frequent flier miles, but I got the last seat on a flight to Zurich, and then had the misfortune – I mean, uh, luck, to split a cab with some Politico reporter to Davos.” Enjolras just stared at him and Grantaire continued, slightly uncomfortably, “Then, because your AirBNB is like 18 years away from the actual event, I took the world’s most expensive Uber, which, don’t worry, I charged to your AmEx, and now, well.” He shrugged. “Now I’m here.”

“You’re—” Enjolras cut himself off by surging forward to kiss him, cupping his unshaven cheek with one hand, the other hand balling in the folds of his coat, tugging him even closer.

When they broke apart, Grantaire was grinning, though his smile looked slightly dazed. “So I’ll take it you’re not mad that I’m here?”

“Mad?” Enjolras repeated, incredulous. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well, other than because I spent a small fortune here, because your work is important,” Grantaire said. “Which I know as well as if not better than anyone else.” He shrugged again. “So I could understand that my showing up here unannounced may not have been entirely appreciated.”

He was eyeing Enjolras with something like wariness, and Enjolras’s expression softened. “It is very appreciated,” he assured him, kissing him once more. He hesitated before adding, “Though it does make me wonder, why, y’know, you’re here.”

“Well—” Enjolras shivered and Grantaire broke off. “How about we move this conversation out of the doorway?” he suggested and Enjolras barked a laugh.

“Good call,” he said, stepping back to let Grantaire inside.

Grantaire glanced around the place as he dropped his bag before shedding his coat, scarf and mittens. “Heckuva place,” he said mildly. 

Enjolras made a face. “Sorry, all the chalets were being rented by the billionaires,” he said sourly.

Grantaire laughed. “Shame.” He held his hand out to Enjolras, who took it, lacing their fingers as he trailed after Grantaire to the couch, Grantaire automatically shifting so that Enjolras could pillow his head against his chest as if they were back home and not in some stranger’s house 4500 miles away. 

“So,” Enjolras said, his eyelids fluttering closed as Grantaire automatically started stroking his hair, “why are you here?”

Grantaire laughed lightly, the sound a low rumble against Enjolras’s ear. “Isn’t it obvious?” he said. “Because I fell asleep during FaceTime sex.”

Enjolras frowned and pushed himself upright. “What?” he asked, searching Grantaire’s expression, half-expecting to see that he was teasing. “Why—”

“Enjolras, I fell asleep during sex,” Grantaire interrupted impatiently. “That’s never happened to me before. Embarrassingly soon afterward, sure, but during? With you?”

Enjolras’s frown deepened. “So you thought, what, I would be upset about this enough to merit a little hop, skip and a jump across the Atlantic Ocean?” he asked skeptically. 

Grantaire shook his head. “Of course not,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to be upset at all.” 

“Well, good,” Enjolras said. “Because for the record, I’m not. And I wasn’t at the time.” He hesitated, feeling like he was missing something obvious. “So then why—”

“Because I was upset!” Grantaire told him, all hints of amusement gone. “Because when you’re halfway around the world, I get you for, charitably, half an hour a day. And I fell asleep and wasted that.” He paused before adding, a little pointedly, “Especially since I just found out you’ve added a stop to your itinerary.”

Enjolras winced. “I know I should’ve cleared it with you first—”

“You never need to clear things with me,” Grantaire told him. “But a head’s up would’ve been nice.”

“I know,” Enjolras said quietly, “and I’m sorry.”

Grantaire nodded. “So since I figured it’ll be at least another week until you’re home, I figured I owed it to both of us to make sure we had more than a half hour together.”

Automatically, Enjolras glanced over at the clock on the wall. “How long do we have together?”

“My flight leaves at 3 tomorrow afternoon<” Grantaire told him. “So, basically tonight.”

Enjolras made a face, even though he had suspected as much. “And that’s enough to make it worth it?”

“For you? Always.”

Grantaire said it easily, like it was the simplest declaration in the world, and Enjolras reached out automatically for him, kissing him gently. “I love you,” he murmured.

Grantaire tugged him back down against him. “I know. I love you, too.” He tugged lightly on one of Enjolras’s curls. “And it’s really fucking good to see you in person.”

Enjolras traced a finger lightly against Grantaire’s chest. “About Peru—”

“You don’t need to explain,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras shook his head. “I wasn’t going to. But I had a thought.” He took a deep breath. “How about after Peru, we meet in Mexico for a little together time?” 

For a moment, Grantaire lit up. Then his eyes narrowed. “Why Mexico?”

Even after all this time, Enjolras would never get over how quickly Grantaire could see through him. “Well,” he started, a little weakly, “there’s rumblings about the government reneging on their tentative deal with the ejidatarios who were protesting at Chichén Itzá, so I figured—”

Grantaire snorted a laugh. “Kill two birds with one stone,” he muttered. “Why am I not surprised?” He bent to press a kiss to Enjolras’s forehead. “How about you just come home?”

Enjolras smiled at him. “That I think I can do.”

They could have stayed like that for hours, but then, from the bedroom, Enjolras’s phone alarm went off and Grantaire’s hand stilled in his hair. “Duty calls?”

Enjolras shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. “We’ve got time.”

A small, sharp smile tugged at the corner of Grantaire’s lips. “How much time?” he asked, his voice pitched low.

Enjolras laughed. “Probably not enough time for that, especially if I want to shower before hitting the protest.”

Grantaire didn’t look disappointed. Instead, he looked almost contemplative. “How about we kill two birds with one stone?”

Enjolras pursed his lips. “What did you have in mind?”

Grantaire shrugged, his smile widening. “Well, you need to shower, and after about 12 hours of traveling, I definitely need to shower.”

It was hardly the most subtle suggestion, but Enjolras didn’t care. They were together, no matter how briefly, and he had never been one to waste time. Or water, for that matter. He grinned and stood, offering Grantaire his hand. “That I think I can do.”

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I'd give you the name Shana

i actually like that :3

WHAT NAME WOULD YOU GIVE ME BASED OFF MY APPEARANCE? // my face tag

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futurecomet

dude I'm in your state!!

haha Really? Cool :D

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I’ve read the first four

I definitely want to keep going in the series. The first one was so cute!! 

I'm mad at myself because I returned it to the library before I copied out the recipe for chocolate chip crunch cookies it whatever it was. 

Glad to know you've read them! I'll try to get to the rest asap so we can talk about them. :D

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did you read Chocolate Chip Murder Mystery by Joanne Fluke those are good

YES THAT'S EXACTLY THE ONE I WAS TALKING ABOUT.