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Not a Mary Sue: A girl of eighteen, very much like her mother. Also slim and pretty, she still had a rather childlike expression. Her waist was soft and slender. So beautiful, healthy and well-developed were her youthful breasts that she seemed like the very breath of springtime.
A bazillion points to whoever can guess the original source.
ETA: Here's another from the same author: Afterwards he thought about her in his room at the hotel--thought she would certainly meet him next day; it would be sure to happen. As he got into bed thought how lately she had been a girl at school, doing lessons like his own daughter; he recalled the diffidence, the angularity, that was still manifest in her laugh and her manner of talking with a stranger. This must have been the first time in her life she had been alone in surroundings in which she was followed, looked at, and spoken o merely from a secret motive which she could hardly fail to guess. He recalled her slender, delicate neck, her lovely grey eyes.
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Apparently Commander-in-Chief was preempted by, you know, the Commander-in-Chief. Since I don't think I could stand to watch any President not played by by Gina Davis or Martin Sheen at the moment without throwing things at the television, I think I'm going to skip out. Tell me if he says anything exceptionally stupid; otherwise, I'm sure it'll show up on tomorrow's Daily Show.
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I've done some good work on To Live in Hearts, my chaptered fic where "introduce Madelyn for the first time." It feels good to be working on something more massive than a one-shot again.
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Watched Gilmore Girls for the first time in a quite a long time. What has Rory done with her hair? I'm not a fan. Also, I wish Paris was (were?) prettier. I feel like a horrible person, incredibly shallow, and a failure as a feminist for saying that, but it's still true, unfortunately.
A bazillion points to whoever can guess the original source.
ETA: Here's another from the same author: Afterwards he thought about her in his room at the hotel--thought she would certainly meet him next day; it would be sure to happen. As he got into bed thought how lately she had been a girl at school, doing lessons like his own daughter; he recalled the diffidence, the angularity, that was still manifest in her laugh and her manner of talking with a stranger. This must have been the first time in her life she had been alone in surroundings in which she was followed, looked at, and spoken o merely from a secret motive which she could hardly fail to guess. He recalled her slender, delicate neck, her lovely grey eyes.
Apparently Commander-in-Chief was preempted by, you know, the Commander-in-Chief. Since I don't think I could stand to watch any President not played by by Gina Davis or Martin Sheen at the moment without throwing things at the television, I think I'm going to skip out. Tell me if he says anything exceptionally stupid; otherwise, I'm sure it'll show up on tomorrow's Daily Show.
I've done some good work on To Live in Hearts, my chaptered fic where "introduce Madelyn for the first time." It feels good to be working on something more massive than a one-shot again.
Watched Gilmore Girls for the first time in a quite a long time. What has Rory done with her hair? I'm not a fan. Also, I wish Paris was (were?) prettier. I feel like a horrible person, incredibly shallow, and a failure as a feminist for saying that, but it's still true, unfortunately.