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[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.



(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

Comments

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

Happens that way sometimes, people get so good and so wrapped up in their work they don't know how to be outside of it. I'm glad she has you to keep her level, Laura replied. I can't sense this mind-glow like you can, but I've always felt safe and, I don't know, just *good* somehow when I'm with him. Is that what trusting someone's like, you think?