Seventh day of Christmas
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tallulahgsHappy New Year, everyone!
It's the seventh day of Christmas, so have seven slightly kinky fics! 'Slightly' being the operative word...
[Title] Resistance
[Rating] PG-13 for self-injury
[Fandom] Battle Royale, probably movie
[Notes/Summary] This was meant to have more of a sexual element to it and as it is I'm not sure it's actually 'kinky', but I posted it anyway. Shuuya is not going to let the government win.
Shuuya doesn't sleep much these days. Noriko knows because she wakes up several times herself and she always sees him sitting by the window or huddled in the blanket or pacing the floor. He never reads or gets himself a drink and she's never still awake when he comes back to lie down next to her.
She knows what he's thinking about, of course, but even though he must know that she knows, he only talks to her once.
"Noriko?"
"Yes?"
"We... we mustn't be scared," he says eventually.
Noriko wants to say that it's okay to be scared as long as you don't let it make you run, but Shuuya sounds so fierce that she can't bring herself to.
Sitting up a little, wrapping the blanket more tightly round herself, she squints at him, at the white light shining in his hair and eyes, and sees it sparkle on something in his hand. Nobu's knife.
"Shuuya..." she says, and then stops. The tiredness is like clots in her mind, stopping her thoughts.
Shuuya sees where she's looking.
"We mustn't be scared," he says at last. "They'll be looking for two kids who... who are scared... scared of guns and death and we mustn't be..."
The sleeve of his pyjama top is already wrenched up. Noriko watches, shocked and yet not shocked at all because this is so obviously a dream, as Shuuya rips the blade down his arm. His skin is in shadow and she can't see if he actually bleeds.
She must have gasped a little, because Shuuya looks up at her - she can't see his face - and he says, "It's all right. Really, Noriko..." The darkness shifts, the white light splits and reforms, as he comes to sit next to her. There's a twang from the bedsprings, and she feels him warm against her legs.
"If they caught us, they'd hurt us," he said. "I've been thinking about it. You can boost your tolerance, though, get used to it..."
Noriko wants to say that she and Shuuya have been hurt enough by others already and why should they hurt themselves too, but again she can't quite bring herself to. Outside the traffic roars. Like sea, like waves breaking on an island shore; like the whirr of helicopter blades or the clatter of a boat's engine.
"Oh, God, Noriko, I'm so scared..."
She puts her arm round his, feels him shaking.
"You need to sleep," she whispers.
"I can't... They do that to you too, you know? Stop you sleeping... it wears you down. I've got to get practice..."
"All right," she says. "But..." She holds him more closely, rests her head against his chest. "Stay here. I - I'm scared too..."
We don't need government spies and soldiers dragging us off, she wants to say. You're in prison already and I don't know how to get you out and what do I do if I can't help you?
But he doesn't need her fear.
Slowly he puts an arm round her, strokes her back, and she feels him lean over and put the knife down on the bedside table. She can feel the blood from his cut soaking into her nightdress. How many times has he done this? She wants to touch him all over, search for scars. Look it in the face, see what's really going on. But she doesn't. Instead she just holds him, and eventually he falls asleep. But she doesn't. She stays awake, watching.
[Title] Grain of Sand
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Again, not perhaps that kinky. Kai/Yamagata, and drug use.
Only after a pill. Only ever after a pill. Pity it's not LSD, then he'd have a proper excuse, but hey, speed's still a drug an' everyone knows you ain't res - res - respondable for what you do when you're on drugs. Right? Right. His mouth is so dry and the streetlights are rippling above him, bleeding out across the black sky -
"Yamagata? Come on..."
Kai is standing on the steps. Yamagata turns, starts to walk towards him. His heart is going like... panting in his chest, and as he walks it feels like the footsteps are chasing the beat, making it even faster. This is serious shit. He doesn't know if he's talking about the pills or Kai standing on the steps, waiting...
... s'gotta be the pills.
He wants to run, or climb up something, or fight someone - use the light that's filling him all up. But this'll be almost as good, right? Still exercise. Someone - probably Kai - once told him having sex is like running a mile or something. And it doesn't matter who you screw, it still counts.
Kai puts out his hand, and Yamagata grabs it. The other boy's palm is dry and his grip is strong, not shaky at all. Yamagata feels too tall for once - like he did a year or two ago when he first started growing. Then he was always tripping over his own feet or hitting his head on things or breaking 'em. Breaking 'em by accident, that is. Too tall and too clumsy... he never usually feels like that around Kai, but tonight... tonight...
"You're always sensible." he starts to say. The words tangle in his mouth. Fuckin' lazy words, can't be bothered to leave... "How come you..." He stops.
Kai leads him forward, up the steps and into the dark hallway. It's so dark, great globs of it like ink swallowing up the room. Yamagata wonders why Kai isn't talking. Kai never talks at this point. Maybe he's weirded out by doing it too. In the darkness Yamagata's heartbeat is even faster and much much louder, as if he's somehow dived into his own heart and it's beating around him. Up and up they go; Kai lives on the fifth floor and the lift never works. Up and up, stair after stair, Neo-Tokyo getting bigger and bigger as they climb higher and in Kai's room they're surrounded by skyscrapers and lights and stars and shit like that. Could you take speed in the country? Prob'ly wouldn't be as cool.
And, y'know, he mostly spends all of his time on the ground. This is the only high place he ever goes. He remembers, vaguely, that once when he was about eight, he ended up on the top floor of a children's home and thought it was really cool living so high. Spent ages staring out the window until the other kids laughed at him and then he moved away to go and beat 'em up. He'd been trying to imagine what it was like to fly. Well, now he is flying.
Kai's face so close to his now, Kai's breath on his nose, the light sparkling in his blood all comes together and crashes into his mind as their lips meet and he's not thinking any more, he's just doing, clutching Kai's head as they gulp down kisses. Sweaty palms, Kai's hair tangling in his fingers. Take my hand...
[Title] Imitation Part 1
[Rating] PG-13, I guess
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo knows Kaneda's better at everything.
When Tetsuo was little it was creeping along to Kaneda's room for midnight feasts or reading comics under the covers together or... lots of other little-kid things, all of which were a cover for the fact that if he had stayed in his own room his roommates would've beaten him up. And so Kaneda had thought he was a fun-loving guy and face it, whatever Kaneda was doing was better'n being on his own waiting for people to come and kick him about.
Now it's still creeping along to Kaneda's room, but for a different reason. Because people leave him alone these days. They just laugh at him and girls think he's a jerk and so -
He can hear the noise all the way along the corridor. The door is a little open and golden light pours out and down the corridor. Tetsuo tries to walk soundlessly, although he doubts anyone'll be able to hear him over that racket. And if they do, he'll say he was... going to the bathroom or something.
He's hard already. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself to walk slowly. They've only just started and Kaneda's insatiable anyway -
Made it.
Tetsuo presses himself against the wall, squints through the crack between the door and the wall. Under the glow from the bare lightbulb he sees them. The girl is lying on her back, her hair tumbling to the ground like ink spilt on the mattress. Kaneda is crouched above her, staring down at her, hands clutching her tits, his sweaty skin catching the light, a faint vague smile brushing his mouth in between the gasps. It's still odd seeing him like this, so... so weak, so swept along. Even when Kaneda's angry or stressed or laughing he's still in control, still confident underneath, but now - everyone's the same when -
Slowly, carefully, hands shaking, Tetsuo slides a hand down into his jeans and watches as Kaneda thrusts faster and faster, the girl's yelps get louder and squeakier. The darkness is getting thicker and his cold fingers are working furiously and -
Yes, yes, yes -
Kaneda screws his eyes shut and the tension rushes up his body, through his spine to his head arching back and Tetsuo presses himself against the cold chipped-paint wall and grits his teeth again so hard it hurts his mouth and -
Yes...
Everyone's the same when they come, right? Kaneda sure doesn't look so special now.
[Title] Imitation Part 2
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Follows on from the drabble above. Kaneda thinks back on his friendship with Tetsuo. (Mention of Kaneda/Kei.)
I always knew.
Kaneda's lying on someone else's bed, Kei curled up next to him under clammy blankets. Bedroom looks nice, like the old owners were pretty loaded. Okay, so the entire left side of the house is sinking into the ground so he can see the wallpaper peeling and a crack running down the plaster opposite him, but it'll be good for another day or so.
He's lying on someone else's bed thinking about sex. To be more exact, he's lying there thinking about when he used to bring girls home to screw at the dorm, and how no matter how hot they were or how desperate or how quickly they unzipped his flies or how big their boobs were, he was always waiting for something else; listening out for the footsteps in the corridor and the hiss of breath by the door.
Tetsuo was never as good as he thought at sneaking up on people.
And when he heard it, how he'd start yelling even louder, fucking her even harder, feeling Tetsuo's eyes stroking his skin, and feeling somehow pleased, proud that he was just that much of a stud that even his best friend had to come watch. Just...
Made it better.
This doesn't make him feel that impressed with himself.
But when he looks at Kei, her hair tangled and soft against his shoulder, he feels a bit better. For the first time, the girl was more important.
Guess he's growing up or something.
[Title] Bonding
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kai, Yamagata and Kaneda relax after some... gang bonding *shifty eyes*
"I got some cigarettes somewhere..." Yamagata says. But he doesn't move, just raises his head a little before letting it flop down onto the pillow again.
"Impressive." Kaneda, smirking, is pressed into the corner, the blanket tangled round his feet. "That's some real motivation there."
"Yeah." Kai's on the edge of the bed, almost falling out. "You're an example to us all. Just wish the Jaw could see it."
Kaneda sniggers. "Reckon this counts as a decent social life?"
"Well, we're not out getting girls knocked up, are we?" Kai says, grinning. "And we're, uh, making our own entertainment rather'n needing drugs and bikes and... you know, stuff."
"Exactly, I always knew we weren't JDs really," Kaneda says.
"We're not?"
"Never mind, Yama."
"Hey, I could kick you guys out if I wanted."
"You can't kick me out, I'm the leader. And it's my bed. Kick Kai out."
"Hey, I didn't do anything." Kai sits up indignantly, and starts to slide out of the bed again. Yelping, he scrabbles at the sheet, but then Yamagata stretches out a leg and nudges him with a foot.
"Bastard," Kai mutters as he picks himself up off the floor. Squinting down at the bedside table, he finds the alarm clock among the cups, chocolate wrappers, dirty clothes and worn magazines. "Hey, you two... weren't Tetsuo and the others s'posed to be meeting us here?"
"Yeah, at two-thirty."
"It's two-twenty-five now."
"Aw, man..." Yamagata rolls round, glares at Kaneda. "Move it, dumbass."
Kaneda stretches. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Kai... can you see my clothes anywhere?"
Kai, who's managed to get half-dressed already, rolls his eyes but stretches up to unhook Kaneda's T-shirt from the lampshade anyway.
"You... uh... you gonna tell Tetsuo about this?" Yamagata says, glancing up at the ceiling.
Kaneda frowns. "Why'd I do that?"
"You guys are like bestest best friends, remember?" Yamagata says, folding his arms. "I just figured you might."
"Well, I'm not." Kaneda sits up a little as Kai throws him his T-shirt. "He don't need to know."
"And he'd just sulk anyway," Yamagata says, nodding.
"Mm. Come on, let's get a move on."
[Title] Comfort
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Tetsuo ficlet. Tetsuo's a bit emo. Again, not that kinky, but I suck at thinking up ideas, if you hadn't noticed ^^
Somehow he's the only one feeling stupid.
[Title] Not Her
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Akira manga, set just after Yamagata and Kai track down Kaneda in book 1
[Notes/Summary] Yamagata is not pleased to see Kaneda following some random girl around. Yamagata/Kei. Slight dubious consent issues.
Why don't you just piss off and keep your nose out of our business?
It's the seventh day of Christmas, so have seven slightly kinky fics! 'Slightly' being the operative word...
[Title] Resistance
[Rating] PG-13 for self-injury
[Fandom] Battle Royale, probably movie
[Notes/Summary] This was meant to have more of a sexual element to it and as it is I'm not sure it's actually 'kinky', but I posted it anyway. Shuuya is not going to let the government win.
Shuuya doesn't sleep much these days. Noriko knows because she wakes up several times herself and she always sees him sitting by the window or huddled in the blanket or pacing the floor. He never reads or gets himself a drink and she's never still awake when he comes back to lie down next to her.
She knows what he's thinking about, of course, but even though he must know that she knows, he only talks to her once.
"Noriko?"
"Yes?"
"We... we mustn't be scared," he says eventually.
Noriko wants to say that it's okay to be scared as long as you don't let it make you run, but Shuuya sounds so fierce that she can't bring herself to.
Sitting up a little, wrapping the blanket more tightly round herself, she squints at him, at the white light shining in his hair and eyes, and sees it sparkle on something in his hand. Nobu's knife.
"Shuuya..." she says, and then stops. The tiredness is like clots in her mind, stopping her thoughts.
Shuuya sees where she's looking.
"We mustn't be scared," he says at last. "They'll be looking for two kids who... who are scared... scared of guns and death and we mustn't be..."
The sleeve of his pyjama top is already wrenched up. Noriko watches, shocked and yet not shocked at all because this is so obviously a dream, as Shuuya rips the blade down his arm. His skin is in shadow and she can't see if he actually bleeds.
She must have gasped a little, because Shuuya looks up at her - she can't see his face - and he says, "It's all right. Really, Noriko..." The darkness shifts, the white light splits and reforms, as he comes to sit next to her. There's a twang from the bedsprings, and she feels him warm against her legs.
"If they caught us, they'd hurt us," he said. "I've been thinking about it. You can boost your tolerance, though, get used to it..."
Noriko wants to say that she and Shuuya have been hurt enough by others already and why should they hurt themselves too, but again she can't quite bring herself to. Outside the traffic roars. Like sea, like waves breaking on an island shore; like the whirr of helicopter blades or the clatter of a boat's engine.
"Oh, God, Noriko, I'm so scared..."
She puts her arm round his, feels him shaking.
"You need to sleep," she whispers.
"I can't... They do that to you too, you know? Stop you sleeping... it wears you down. I've got to get practice..."
"All right," she says. "But..." She holds him more closely, rests her head against his chest. "Stay here. I - I'm scared too..."
We don't need government spies and soldiers dragging us off, she wants to say. You're in prison already and I don't know how to get you out and what do I do if I can't help you?
But he doesn't need her fear.
Slowly he puts an arm round her, strokes her back, and she feels him lean over and put the knife down on the bedside table. She can feel the blood from his cut soaking into her nightdress. How many times has he done this? She wants to touch him all over, search for scars. Look it in the face, see what's really going on. But she doesn't. Instead she just holds him, and eventually he falls asleep. But she doesn't. She stays awake, watching.
[Title] Grain of Sand
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Again, not perhaps that kinky. Kai/Yamagata, and drug use.
Only after a pill. Only ever after a pill. Pity it's not LSD, then he'd have a proper excuse, but hey, speed's still a drug an' everyone knows you ain't res - res - respondable for what you do when you're on drugs. Right? Right. His mouth is so dry and the streetlights are rippling above him, bleeding out across the black sky -
"Yamagata? Come on..."
Kai is standing on the steps. Yamagata turns, starts to walk towards him. His heart is going like... panting in his chest, and as he walks it feels like the footsteps are chasing the beat, making it even faster. This is serious shit. He doesn't know if he's talking about the pills or Kai standing on the steps, waiting...
... s'gotta be the pills.
He wants to run, or climb up something, or fight someone - use the light that's filling him all up. But this'll be almost as good, right? Still exercise. Someone - probably Kai - once told him having sex is like running a mile or something. And it doesn't matter who you screw, it still counts.
Kai puts out his hand, and Yamagata grabs it. The other boy's palm is dry and his grip is strong, not shaky at all. Yamagata feels too tall for once - like he did a year or two ago when he first started growing. Then he was always tripping over his own feet or hitting his head on things or breaking 'em. Breaking 'em by accident, that is. Too tall and too clumsy... he never usually feels like that around Kai, but tonight... tonight...
"You're always sensible." he starts to say. The words tangle in his mouth. Fuckin' lazy words, can't be bothered to leave... "How come you..." He stops.
Kai leads him forward, up the steps and into the dark hallway. It's so dark, great globs of it like ink swallowing up the room. Yamagata wonders why Kai isn't talking. Kai never talks at this point. Maybe he's weirded out by doing it too. In the darkness Yamagata's heartbeat is even faster and much much louder, as if he's somehow dived into his own heart and it's beating around him. Up and up they go; Kai lives on the fifth floor and the lift never works. Up and up, stair after stair, Neo-Tokyo getting bigger and bigger as they climb higher and in Kai's room they're surrounded by skyscrapers and lights and stars and shit like that. Could you take speed in the country? Prob'ly wouldn't be as cool.
And, y'know, he mostly spends all of his time on the ground. This is the only high place he ever goes. He remembers, vaguely, that once when he was about eight, he ended up on the top floor of a children's home and thought it was really cool living so high. Spent ages staring out the window until the other kids laughed at him and then he moved away to go and beat 'em up. He'd been trying to imagine what it was like to fly. Well, now he is flying.
Kai's face so close to his now, Kai's breath on his nose, the light sparkling in his blood all comes together and crashes into his mind as their lips meet and he's not thinking any more, he's just doing, clutching Kai's head as they gulp down kisses. Sweaty palms, Kai's hair tangling in his fingers. Take my hand...
[Title] Imitation Part 1
[Rating] PG-13, I guess
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Tetsuo knows Kaneda's better at everything.
When Tetsuo was little it was creeping along to Kaneda's room for midnight feasts or reading comics under the covers together or... lots of other little-kid things, all of which were a cover for the fact that if he had stayed in his own room his roommates would've beaten him up. And so Kaneda had thought he was a fun-loving guy and face it, whatever Kaneda was doing was better'n being on his own waiting for people to come and kick him about.
Now it's still creeping along to Kaneda's room, but for a different reason. Because people leave him alone these days. They just laugh at him and girls think he's a jerk and so -
He can hear the noise all the way along the corridor. The door is a little open and golden light pours out and down the corridor. Tetsuo tries to walk soundlessly, although he doubts anyone'll be able to hear him over that racket. And if they do, he'll say he was... going to the bathroom or something.
He's hard already. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself to walk slowly. They've only just started and Kaneda's insatiable anyway -
Made it.
Tetsuo presses himself against the wall, squints through the crack between the door and the wall. Under the glow from the bare lightbulb he sees them. The girl is lying on her back, her hair tumbling to the ground like ink spilt on the mattress. Kaneda is crouched above her, staring down at her, hands clutching her tits, his sweaty skin catching the light, a faint vague smile brushing his mouth in between the gasps. It's still odd seeing him like this, so... so weak, so swept along. Even when Kaneda's angry or stressed or laughing he's still in control, still confident underneath, but now - everyone's the same when -
Slowly, carefully, hands shaking, Tetsuo slides a hand down into his jeans and watches as Kaneda thrusts faster and faster, the girl's yelps get louder and squeakier. The darkness is getting thicker and his cold fingers are working furiously and -
Yes, yes, yes -
Kaneda screws his eyes shut and the tension rushes up his body, through his spine to his head arching back and Tetsuo presses himself against the cold chipped-paint wall and grits his teeth again so hard it hurts his mouth and -
Yes...
Everyone's the same when they come, right? Kaneda sure doesn't look so special now.
[Title] Imitation Part 2
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Follows on from the drabble above. Kaneda thinks back on his friendship with Tetsuo. (Mention of Kaneda/Kei.)
I always knew.
Kaneda's lying on someone else's bed, Kei curled up next to him under clammy blankets. Bedroom looks nice, like the old owners were pretty loaded. Okay, so the entire left side of the house is sinking into the ground so he can see the wallpaper peeling and a crack running down the plaster opposite him, but it'll be good for another day or so.
He's lying on someone else's bed thinking about sex. To be more exact, he's lying there thinking about when he used to bring girls home to screw at the dorm, and how no matter how hot they were or how desperate or how quickly they unzipped his flies or how big their boobs were, he was always waiting for something else; listening out for the footsteps in the corridor and the hiss of breath by the door.
Tetsuo was never as good as he thought at sneaking up on people.
And when he heard it, how he'd start yelling even louder, fucking her even harder, feeling Tetsuo's eyes stroking his skin, and feeling somehow pleased, proud that he was just that much of a stud that even his best friend had to come watch. Just...
Made it better.
This doesn't make him feel that impressed with himself.
But when he looks at Kei, her hair tangled and soft against his shoulder, he feels a bit better. For the first time, the girl was more important.
Guess he's growing up or something.
[Title] Bonding
[Rating] PG
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kai, Yamagata and Kaneda relax after some... gang bonding *shifty eyes*
"I got some cigarettes somewhere..." Yamagata says. But he doesn't move, just raises his head a little before letting it flop down onto the pillow again.
"Impressive." Kaneda, smirking, is pressed into the corner, the blanket tangled round his feet. "That's some real motivation there."
"Yeah." Kai's on the edge of the bed, almost falling out. "You're an example to us all. Just wish the Jaw could see it."
Kaneda sniggers. "Reckon this counts as a decent social life?"
"Well, we're not out getting girls knocked up, are we?" Kai says, grinning. "And we're, uh, making our own entertainment rather'n needing drugs and bikes and... you know, stuff."
"Exactly, I always knew we weren't JDs really," Kaneda says.
"We're not?"
"Never mind, Yama."
"Hey, I could kick you guys out if I wanted."
"You can't kick me out, I'm the leader. And it's my bed. Kick Kai out."
"Hey, I didn't do anything." Kai sits up indignantly, and starts to slide out of the bed again. Yelping, he scrabbles at the sheet, but then Yamagata stretches out a leg and nudges him with a foot.
"Bastard," Kai mutters as he picks himself up off the floor. Squinting down at the bedside table, he finds the alarm clock among the cups, chocolate wrappers, dirty clothes and worn magazines. "Hey, you two... weren't Tetsuo and the others s'posed to be meeting us here?"
"Yeah, at two-thirty."
"It's two-twenty-five now."
"Aw, man..." Yamagata rolls round, glares at Kaneda. "Move it, dumbass."
Kaneda stretches. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Kai... can you see my clothes anywhere?"
Kai, who's managed to get half-dressed already, rolls his eyes but stretches up to unhook Kaneda's T-shirt from the lampshade anyway.
"You... uh... you gonna tell Tetsuo about this?" Yamagata says, glancing up at the ceiling.
Kaneda frowns. "Why'd I do that?"
"You guys are like bestest best friends, remember?" Yamagata says, folding his arms. "I just figured you might."
"Well, I'm not." Kaneda sits up a little as Kai throws him his T-shirt. "He don't need to know."
"And he'd just sulk anyway," Yamagata says, nodding.
"Mm. Come on, let's get a move on."
[Title] Comfort
[Rating] PG-13
[Fandom] Akira
[Notes/Summary] Kaneda/Tetsuo ficlet. Tetsuo's a bit emo. Again, not that kinky, but I suck at thinking up ideas, if you hadn't noticed ^^
Somehow he's the only one feeling stupid.
[Title] Not Her
[Rating] R
[Fandom] Akira manga, set just after Yamagata and Kai track down Kaneda in book 1
[Notes/Summary] Yamagata is not pleased to see Kaneda following some random girl around. Yamagata/Kei. Slight dubious consent issues.
Why don't you just piss off and keep your nose out of our business?
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Date: 2007-01-01 07:54 pm (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
Please bear my children.
OOO=
Wonderful Kai/Yama.
:3
I loved how it was totally like Yama down to the misuse of words.
^^
And gang bonding?
Hahaaa.
xD
I love it.
Made my day.
8D
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Date: 2007-01-03 05:25 pm (UTC):D Thanks very much for commenting! I'm really glad you like them!
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Date: 2007-01-02 09:50 am (UTC)I read your writing and get really frustrated that as I don't like manga and anime then I'll not like the originals. But then I think "actually, it doesn't matter: I just love reading these..."
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Date: 2007-01-03 05:25 pm (UTC)