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fanfic100 table.
"It wasn't like that at all! Look, I was not enamoured, they just handed me this thing—“
—can't—breathe—
"— and someone said smile so I backed up a little because, not exactly the right image, y’know—"
—gonna—die—
"—and how was I supposed to remember they had candles all over the store, who the fuck needs *lighted* candles in a sex shop anyway, and my coat caught on fire—"
—on fiyah!—
Lance sighed. On the phone, his bandmate’s shrieks continued.
“But,” he added, brightening, “they gave me a free Lancelot.”
Dear, dear Lance. I'm so glad you exist. Nobody could have invented you.
fanfic100 table."It wasn't like that at all! Look, I was not enamoured, they just handed me this thing—“
—can't—breathe—
"— and someone said smile so I backed up a little because, not exactly the right image, y’know—"
—gonna—die—
"—and how was I supposed to remember they had candles all over the store, who the fuck needs *lighted* candles in a sex shop anyway, and my coat caught on fire—"
—on fiyah!—
Lance sighed. On the phone, his bandmate’s shrieks continued.
“But,” he added, brightening, “they gave me a free Lancelot.”
Dear, dear Lance. I'm so glad you exist. Nobody could have invented you.
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You know, Graham wouldn't even need to know about this; he's absolutely hysterical all by himself. Damn. Now I'm totally wishing they'd've done his show.
}:)