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Mottenfest's story

Mon Jan 26, 2009, 10:16 AM
Ah G*ddamnit...

I've been taking so long with this story (absurdly long!) The guilt is piling up and now all I can do is hope he'll accept my apologies for the time I'm taking...

In his journal he feels alone and betrayed...Hmmm...First guess is that his boyfriend/life-partner/mate/etc. has left him, which I hope is not the case for two reasons:

1. I know he hates it when people say they know how he feels, but f*ck it. I do know, I've been cheated on, and by someone I was hoping would save me from the sh*thole I was in.

2. I would feel terrible for giving him the story because one of the main characters is most probably based of his bf, now that they've broken up...Eh, not a good thing, reading smut involving you and your recently-ex-boyfriend.

  • Mood: Worried

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:icontimmiboi:
Hey there! Many thanks for the watch! 'tis appreciated!

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thank you for the :+fav:

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For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
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thank you

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