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FIC: Georgia on my Mind (Dead Like Me) George/Daisy

Jul. 2nd, 2006 | 11:48 am
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Wrote this on the drive down South, so it's a bit incoherent. Sorry. ;)

Title: Georgia on my Mind
Source: Dead Like Me, George/Daisy
Rating: PG
Summary: If your dance card is clear tonight, let's stay in. Get good food, drink wine, listen to old records. Maybe even smoke a cigar or two.

For geonncannon

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"Georgia," Daisy called. Her Southern accent dropped the "r" in George's name to nothingness. Her name ended with a sigh. "Ah..." George heard. When Daisy used her name, George thought of honeysuckles and cicadas, even though she'd never seen either the delicate plant nor the monstrous insect out in the world. Daisy made her imagine them, just by calling her name.

"Georgia!"

George heard Daisy yelling from the kitchen. Daisy probably imagined things while looking at her, too. George wondered what she saw. Probably nothing good.

When George walked into the kitchen, Daisy spun around to face her, leaning back against the counter. "Georgia," she said, folding her arms and smiling coyly. "If your dance card is clear tonight, let's stay in. Get good food, drink wine, listen to old records. Maybe even smoke a cigar or two."

George thought about her exciting social calendar. She cleared it with a single thought--a recognition that it was already clear--and frowned at Daisy, now depressed.

Daisy still smiled brightly. It was a if she were suggesting a trip to the carnival, or a Roman orgy, rather than a night in that was like almost every other night they spent together in the dead woman's house. Those evenings that didn't involve George haunting her family or Daisy prowling the streets like a vaudevillian hooker in a vintage fur coat. Maybe Daisy had to lie to herself.

"Okay..." George said.

"Splendid." Daisy clapped her hands. "Now, let's order food to be delivered. Marvelous service in this city. What's that food that's as cheap as Chinese, but almost as good as Japanese?"

"Thai?"

"Yes. Thai. Lots of that. I remember the time I blew Yul Brynner... But never mind all that. Should we invite Mason? He might have cigars."

"I like Mason," George said. And she did like Mason. She had to constantly remind the others in the undead reaping waffle club that Mason was her favorite strung-out drug addict British punk. Her favor came despite the fact that he smelled like... Well, he smelled. And he was in love with Daisy and not her. Actually, that was a bonus.

Mason had given them the house, after all, and he was always good company. Inviting him to a party was self-evident. After all, George invited him to every funeral she attended.

"You should like Mason," Daisy was saying, as George mostly tuned her out in order to pay attention to her internal monologue. "You're buying all his meals these days."

George smirked. "Including this one," she said.

Daisy squared her shoulders. "Then it's settles. Wear something period."

"Like... from the last 18 years?"

Daisy rolled her eyes.

George asked, "So does this mean we're not watching Jeopardy tonight?"

"No T.V., Georgia."

George sighed.

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The party seemed nice, she thought, once she was into it, settled on the couch with Daisy's legs sprawled across her lap, listening to the old woman's music as Mason quivered near the record player. George tried to discern if it was her first party ever, outside of Happy Time festivities and that... unfortunate birthday incident... She wasn't sure if three people counted as a party, though.

Mason played one of those songs that had a smoky female voice singing about heartbreak that made George think of jazz clubs she'd seen on T.V. in movies about Nazis. The old woman whose house they squatted in had been a musician back in the day. Back in life.

At least, she was to the musical penis what Daisy was to Hollywood.

Mason's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't hold eye contact with either woman. George worried, but he'd eaten his Pad Thai. It had been four bucks. Him not eating it would have pissed her off.

"Oh, we had the relics of those old clubs in the underground," Mason said, stretching his thin frame so that his tee shirt exposed his abdomen, hollowed and gray as death. "Julie London. Billie Holiday. The real legends. But by the 60s, they were just heroin houses with a stage. No jukeboxes. No karoke. Not even the allure of the opium den by that point."

"A shame," Daisy said.

George nodded.

Mason laughed at himself. "Can you imagine? Heroin and karaoke? Anyway, the beatniks would come and read poetry sometimes, and the stoners brought their guitars. But it was the heroin chic that put on the real show. Fingers would bleed on the guitar strings from the needle pricks. They'd sing. Oh, they'd sing. What they'd sing about, I don't remember."

"Lovely story," said Daisy.

"Well, why don't you tell us about another adventure in oral sex?"

"Guys," said George. They were going to ruin her fucking party. Daisy's party. Whatever. She wasn't having it.

"They'd puke on stage," said Mason, waving his hand for the grand finale of his tale. "I guess nowadays they'd call that 'performance art.'" He shook his head.

Daisy pursed her lips and hollowed her cheeks, as if she were trying not to smile.

The needle ran off the track. Mason jumped up. "What next," he said. "I wish I knew shit about jazz. That old lady made me play record after record, and I just wished she'd die."

Daisy sprawled against the couch. "Oh, who knows anything about jazz?"

Mason placed a record on the needle. "Ray Charles," he announced.

"Is he jazz? I don't think he is... " George said, and furrowed her brow. Daisy's calves were in her lap. George tried not to touch them. And no way was she letting Daisy rest her feet there instead. As it was, she had a close view of Daisy's painted toes moving inside sheer nylons. Kicked-off high heels lay on the floor.

"R&B. Georgie, Georgie, Georgie," Mason said.

"Well, I just know that he died, and there was a movie I didn't see, and Reagan and all, but... what was the big deal?"

Daisy sighed. "I guess when you die young you never develop culture."

"Fuck you, Daisy Adair, She Who Lived to Be A Hundred." George growled.

"Girls," said Mason.

George frowned at him.

Daisy narrowed her eyes.

"Care to dance?" He asked brightly.

Daisy swung her legs off George, and said, "I'd love to."

He stood and offered his hand. She accepted it and moved toward him with a grace that took even George's breath away. Daisy's hips swayed. Her slender wrists grasped by Mason's meaty hands seemed as delicate as porcelain. The music played.

George took a sip of her wine. 18 or not, the undead were big drinkers. She couldn't remember if this was her second glass or her third. Daisy was in Mason's arms, and George wished it were her instead. She wanted to be in Mason's place, not Daisy's. She wanted to experience the weight of Daisy's arms on her shoulders.

Definitely her third glass.

"Ow," said Daisy.

"Sorry," said Mason.

"You dance like an elephant. A pissing drunk, crackhead elephant with two left feet."

"I can't help being high," he said.

"Mason."

"Well, I can't help it at the moment. It's a bleeding party."

Daisy pushed him into a chair. He landed with a grunt. Daisy looked then to George, and said, "You. Dance with me."

"What? No. I wouldn't be any better than him."

"I'll teach you."

George frowned. Daisy grabbed her hands and tugged. George felt she should protest, on principle, but she kind of wanted to dance with Daisy. She let herself be pulled to her feet. Daisy's arms slid around her waist. George nearly fell.

She swayed from side to side, afraid to pick up her feet.

"First rule of dancing," said Daisy against her temple.

George could feel breath mussing her hair. "Yeah?"

"Don't step on me."

George decided she was never picking up her feet.

Mason held out his hands in front of his face. His fingers shook. He bit his lip. "Girls, I'm going... out."

"Bye, Mason," said Daisy. Her lips moved against George's forehead.

Mason gave Daisy the finger and then stumbled toward the kitchen to go out the back door.

The song changed.

"Georgia..." sang Ray.

Daisy sighed. She gripped George tighter. George's face pressed against Daisy's shoulder. She grunted. The sound was muffled.

"Oh, Georgia..."

Daisy smelled like oranges. Her cheek touched George's ear. George closed her eyes. She admitted she wanted this moment. She wanted Daisy's fingers splayed against her back, and Daisy's cheek nuzzling the side of her face, even though she didn't know what it all meant.

"No peace, no peace I find..."

Heat warmed George's face, transferred from Daisy's skin, and Daisy's shoulders trembled against her. George imagined her crying, and asked, quietly, "Does this song remind you of home?"

"No," said Daisy.

George exhaled, and said, "Good, because it reminds me of Designing Women."

Daisy pulled back. she cupped George's face in both hands, and said, "You remind me of home."

George blinked. Daisy's eyes were wide open and dark. George could see herself reflected in them. It was her shell-self, mousy and pale and confused. "I've never been to Georgia," she said.

"It doesn't matter, silly. That's not what home is," Daisy said, and kissed her.

George closed her eyes. She let herself be kissed. She'd spent her whole life in that confused haze, guessing at other people's expectations, failing them. She lived on the fringe, now, in that hazy line of horizon. No one could see her, dancing to an old lady's record player, smelling of oranges and tasting of cheap wine. No one could see her, because no one believed such a moment was possible.

When Daisy drew back, her expression a mirror of George's wide fear, George leaned forward. She kissed Daisy again. She wouldn't have traded this song, this pressing of her mouth against Daisy's parted lips, for another whole lifetime of not knowing what she was missing. She sensed, and it made her oddly sad, that Daisy felt the same way.

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From: geonncannon
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 05:19 pm
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Oh, that was GORGEOUS. I love the dancing, the tenderness, the music... everything about it was just pitch-perfect. You do Daisy better than anyone (just as good as the show, if not better). And bonus: I associate "Georgia on My Mind" with Quantum Leap. A romantic dance between lost loves! So... forget the Sugarbakers, that song is romantic! *G*

Fantastic job!

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 06:33 pm
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Thank you! I'm soooo glad you liked it. I love, love, love Daisy so much. I don't know why this pairing works for me. This obscure little pairing on this obscure little show. :)

I did not remember that about Quantum Leap. Yay! That's where my Man of La Mancha associations came from for the longest time, too.

I was actually listening to Midnight Train to Georgia when I got the idea. Squee for songfic.

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From: geonncannon
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 06:39 pm
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Thank you! I'm soooo glad you liked it. I love, love, love Daisy so much. I don't know why this pairing works for me. This obscure little pairing on this obscure little show. :)

Heeeee, indeed. Soooo little porn for them! *weeps*

I did not remember that about Quantum Leap. Yay! That's where my Man of La Mancha associations came from for the longest time, too.

Me too! Unfortunately, Georgia is not on the soundtrack I promised to you :-( Probably something to do with the rights.

I was actually listening to Midnight Train to Georgia when I got the idea. Squee for songfic.

Oh, yes! Songfics rock! ;-D

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 06:46 pm
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Heeeee, indeed. Soooo little porn for them! *weeps*

Well, they aren't really sexy. Not enough angst. Too young. ;) They just ooze adorability and bleakness in perfect amounts.

That's probably the problem with Eames, too. She isn't broken, damnit!

Me too! Unfortunately, Georgia is not on the soundtrack I promised to you :-( Probably something to do with the rights.

That's okay. I don't actually like the song. ;)

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From: geonncannon
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 06:49 pm
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Well, they aren't really sexy. Not enough angst. Too young. ;) They just ooze adorability and bleakness in perfect amounts.

Yeah, that's very true. Boo. *G*

That's probably the problem with Eames, too. She isn't broken, damnit!

She was kind of broken last night... Nicole Wallace insulted her for carrying her sister's baby. Eames got all huffy and defensive and had to leave interrogation. She actually WALKED OUT. I was, like, Dude....

That's okay. I don't actually like the song. ;)

Oh, well, there ya go! :D

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 3rd, 2006 - 12:22 am
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She was kind of broken last night... Nicole Wallace insulted her for carrying her sister's baby. Eames got all huffy and defensive and had to leave interrogation. She actually WALKED OUT. I was, like, Dude....

I enjoy when Eames hits people. ;) Though I think I've only seen her do it in the first season. Get rough. Rowr.

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From: random_zombie
Date: Jul. 2nd, 2006 - 08:56 pm
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Maybe Daisy had to lie to herself.

I've only seen the first season of DLM, but that sort of describes Daisy to me, if that makes any sense. The episode (Vacation?) where the reapers sort through the paper work that has the dead's last thoughts and Mason comes across Daisy's is especially sad and telling: "Why has no one ever loved me?"

I really love your DLM stories. You do such a fantastic job of capturing the characters and tone. This one especially, it's perfect, so melancholy and wistful. *Happy sigh*

Gah. I hate being so inarticulate, but anyway great job. I love it.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 3rd, 2006 - 12:21 am
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You're not articulate at all. ::grin:: I definitely had a first-season mentality when writing that. I'm glad that came across. I wasn't sure about labeling it as such.

Daisy's fascinating. In that same episode, it reveals she died in Marietta, Georgia. So did she ever go to Hollywood?

I really love your DLM stories. You do such a fantastic job of capturing the characters and tone. This one especially, it's perfect, so melancholy and wistful. *Happy sigh*

::blushes:: I'm glad you think so. Thank you.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 11:54 pm
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I hate being so inarticulate, but anyway great job. I love it.

You're not inarticulate. INarticulate.

::weeps::

Sorry about that. You are, indeed, articulate.

UNLIKE MYSELF.

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From: random_zombie
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 01:02 am
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Lol. Don't cry! It works the other way too as sarcasm. No prob, either way. :)

*pets*

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Date: Jul. 4th, 2006 - 11:59 pm
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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 11:22 pm
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Thank you. I think it's cool that everyone has a different 'Georgia' story. Shows how influential that old guy was. ;)

Jorja Fox... Now I've lost my train of thought. Um...

Right. Thank you. ::wriggles under your petting:: I think there's just enough melancholy in the characters to keep me interested in writing them, but just enough humor so I don't become overwhelmed. They're perfect. I'm just glad I have ideas.

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From: fyca
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 05:25 pm
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That was lovely, very lovely. Makes the loss of the show that much more painful though... but I'm glad that there's fanfic like this to remind me of the good old days.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 11:25 pm
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I LOVE Annabeth Gish. Did you know I love Anabeth Gish?!

Thank you very much. I miss the show, too. It feels like it left a lot unfulfilled. But I have been enjoying watching it over and over...

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I heart Annabeth

From: fyca
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 11:27 pm
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I figured. I saw your Gillery icon in the thread and thought I'd respond in kind. I frickin love the Gish too... met almost all of my online friends at the old Simply Annabeth forum. Oh, the memories!

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Re: I heart Annabeth

From: rysler
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 12:14 am
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I went through all your icons. So much George! So much Daisy! So much Gish! It was kind of a lovely experience.

I admit, I kind of lost touch with her after Shag, but seeing her pop up in various entertainments has always been a delight. Right now I'm watching the West Wing Season 6 for the first time, and I quivered to pieces when she appeared.

Which might be too much information.

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From: fyca
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 12:21 am
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I understand the quivering, for the Gish and Laura both do that to me. George I love for she is kinda like me. I met Annabeth through the X-Files... actually, I became majorly obsessed with the X-Files thanks to her. I've only managed to catch 2 of her appearances on The West Wing, for I did not watch the show, but damn, those were lovely scenes. And g'bless her for doing Knots and Gillery. What a treat for certain members of her audience!

I must go take a peak at your icons now.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 12:33 am
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My icons are unspectacular. And kind of scattered. I'm working on themes though. I have sleepy icons and gun-related icons.

I haven't seen Gillery yet. It's on my coffee table. Waiting. I go slowly, though. I hadn't even heard of Knots. Is it worth looking into?

Educate me!

That black and white icon, by the way, might be my favorite.

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From: fyca
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 12:43 am
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Mmm BoP! I had such a crush on Ashley Scott as Helena. Seriously.

Gillery is... well... it will make a fantastically amazing feature-length film. The short version is sadly disappointing, at least to me. The story is so much bigger than can fit in under 30 minutes. But watching Annabeth as a lesbian is something one should never pass up.

Knots, I think, is my favorite of her movies. I think it was called "a movie with a twist" and that was so true. I remember our speculation about Annabeth's character, and this one scene of her sitting up in bed, post-coitally, with a surprised look on her face. I knew what I was hoping for in that scene, and when I finally saw the movie, well, I wasn't at all disappointed. I vaguely recall having to squee aloud in front of some very confused roommates. It's a sweet little movie, quite funny imo, full of some wonderful characters. I highly recommend it, esp. if you love Annabeth the way you do.

The black & white is my favorite Daisy icon, by far. Do you keep an eye on the Dead Like Me icon LJs?

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 12:54 am
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Ashley Scott is what got me watching, but I fell pretty hard for Dina.

Your review of Gillery is intriguing.

Do you keep an eye on the Dead Like Me icon LJs?

I did not know they existed! Startling news!

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From: fyca
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 01:06 am
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A friend got me into the show - she had the hots for Dina. And I have to agree that she was a cutie, but no, I remained true to Ashley... until the show was cancelled and she bleached her hair blonde again. *sigh*

dlm__icons & reaper_icons rock.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 01:10 am
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Okay, wow. I already see several icons I must have. What a great present. Thank you. :)

until the show was cancelled and she bleached her hair blonde again. *sigh*

Oh, Ashley.

Though as I recall, I like her as a blonde.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 6th, 2006 - 01:07 am
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Oh, and though it's neither here nor there, I did make a Dead Like Me moodtheme. Tiny little pictures, mostly from Nighthawks.

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Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 07:24 pm
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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 5th, 2006 - 11:41 pm
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Oh, thank you, thank you. I'm glad someone commented on Mason. He insisted on being in the story, and I wasn't sure what he would do, since he and Daisy have such a strange, interesting chemistry.

You're welcome. I'm glad people are reading this, obscure and out-of-date though it is. We Library Science people have to stick together. :)

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From: bluefragment
Date: Jul. 22nd, 2006 - 01:38 pm
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I remember the time I blew Yul Brynner...

I'm having this shitastic morning, but this made me laugh.

At least, she was to the musical penis what Daisy was to Hollywood.

And that. But then...

They were going to ruin her fucking party. Daisy's party. Whatever. She wasn't having it.

...and I'm just like hell yeah. That's me.

18 or not, the undead were big drinkers.

Undead culture! Amen.

"You. Dance with me."

"What? No. I wouldn't be any better than him."

"I'll teach you."

George frowned. Daisy grabbed her hands and tugged. George felt she should protest, on principle, but she kind of wanted to dance with Daisy. She let herself be pulled to her feet. Daisy's arms slid around her waist. George nearly fell.


That is classic. Or at least great. I love when that happens, except for me, it was swing dancing, so not so much with the holding her close.

No one could see her, dancing to an old lady's record player, smelling of oranges and tasting of cheap wine.

I found that a very good thought to carry with me to the end.

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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 22nd, 2006 - 03:10 pm
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:D So much feedback! Thank you.

...and I'm just like hell yeah. That's me.

We are all George?

Undead culture! Amen.

Hail Mary, with the drinking and stealing. Oh, the stealing.

That is classic. Or at least great. I love when that happens, except for me, it was swing dancing, so not so much with the holding her close.

I have experienced it with rap. It is even less snuggly than swing, which you wouldn't expect, from MTV.

I found that a very good thought to carry with me to the end.

It's a good thing, this hiding from the world.



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Date: Jul. 22nd, 2007 - 10:38 pm
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From: rysler
Date: Jul. 25th, 2007 - 12:54 pm
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Oh, thank you so much! I'm impressed you found this. And very happy.

Dead Like Me is fantastic. I'm glad you can put up with Daisy. She's so much better in the second season.

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