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What I need to do now is come up with 12 well written, consiely worded pages of thoughtful insights on why communism failed to capture the interest of the peasantry in pre-partition India in the next oh, seven and a half hours.
Joy. Fluff? You know I wouldn't ask if it weren't dire. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? *looks pathetic and cute*
Joy. Fluff? You know I wouldn't ask if it weren't dire. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? *looks pathetic and cute*
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Oh God, not again. Soft, wet sounds from the backseat, and McKay to her left, fingers clamped tight around the steering wheel, casting frantic glances at the rearview mirror every few second. "Shit," he said as someone groaned loudly, and the car sped up.
Sam wondered if the same logic of falling and landing in dreams applied to erotic dream car crashes, and someone (like one of the waking versions of the two men in the backseat) would find her dead in her bed, her hand in her shorts and a smile on her face.
"This is your fault, blondie. Sick and wrong and hot and all your fault." She wondered what it meant that even in her dreams he was an abrasive little prick. His eyes now flicked from the road to the mirror to his lap, and he breathed hard and the speedometer needle kept ticking to the right.
She wondered what it meant that he was in this dream at all.
"Weally, Cawter, de hings hat says abowt your Id..." And then Daniel was shushing Jack, admonishing him with, "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"
The car jerked ahead, faster and swerving to the left, and Sam hit the passenger door. Which was actually the floor, she realized. She was sticky with sweat and sheets were tangled around her legs and the shoes she'd kicked off the night before dug into her back.
And she seriously considered therapy.
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Wow. Julie!Slash. I just . . . I think I'm speechless. This is awesome.
And my dream? No where near as good as this.
Oh! And I loved the entire McKay bit. I did. This just rocks. *snuggles you*
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*smooches* Glad you liked.
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Huh.
*eyes self* Okay, the Empirical Russia class and the South East Asian History class just had a war in my head and went "It worked in Russia because they had shit arable land and in India they actually have some ocean-access for shipping and trade and parts of it have good farm land."
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Right.
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