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[pensnest]

When we went for our dancing lesson, the high street was closed off—police at both ends. As we scurried along (having parked rather a way away), we found there were people standing outside the shops, quite still, all looking the same way, and a large crowd near the church. Then a fighter jet scorched past overhead. It was the funeral of a young RAF lad who'd been killed in Afghanistan.


I've posted a new popslash challenge for March at popsoundboard—write some ficlets from the prompts here. I've had *so* much inspiration from Fic_Requests, it seems a shame to let a bunch of perfectly good story prompts go to waste, so I'll make banners for a bunch of people who have a go at something.

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[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

I'm going to do one of those fic request challenges. I even started it tonight. But we don't have heat right now and I don't feel like typing. LOL

But I pay attention! I'm gonna fulfill a request! *waves hand in the air*