I read Black River tho I've been avoiding fan fic because I am hugely pissed about the bs/kiss/verbal nonsense from Norman. Hoping I could intuit were you ok.
I'm up against the bs from the show, the election, and Musk's role in buying it. I had to run away from it all. And somehow my tree got knocked over and my 50 years of ornaments were mostly destroyed. Teapot is no more.
Oh hon, Southern Gothic fic is such a tradition around here. We live to read Faulkner and talk about Slingblades. Gimme a dusty dirt road and cicadas singing and I settle right in for the horror of life.
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