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Mr. Kollmorgen, my Spanish teacher, never ceases to amuse me. We watched "Destinos" today (the Spanish soap opera thing designed specially for students) and, at the end, Arturo and Raquel ate some ice cream and then (apparently) kissed.
Mr. Kollmorgen (very loudly): ICE CREAM KISS! (a moment later) Ooh, that's some real sugar, there.
Pyrae, I shall pay you for a J/Z ice cream kiss drabble.
By-the-by, does anyone have suggestions for murdering one's Muses? Because they won't stop. When I started TSPB, I swore up and down that there would not be a sequel. When I finished, the characters insisted on a sequel. I refused, but woe, for I have no willpower. Thus I began writing the prequel. Last night, the Muses tentatively informed me that they had come up with a plot for a sequel.
So far, I am refusing. But my willpower is not to be trusted.
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Mr. Kollmorgen (very loudly): ICE CREAM KISS! (a moment later) Ooh, that's some real sugar, there.
Pyrae, I shall pay you for a J/Z ice cream kiss drabble.
By-the-by, does anyone have suggestions for murdering one's Muses? Because they won't stop. When I started TSPB, I swore up and down that there would not be a sequel. When I finished, the characters insisted on a sequel. I refused, but woe, for I have no willpower. Thus I began writing the prequel. Last night, the Muses tentatively informed me that they had come up with a plot for a sequel.
So far, I am refusing. But my willpower is not to be trusted.
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