December 2011
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Dec 30th
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Auld Lang Syne (1711)
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone: Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect on Old long syne. On Old long syne my Jo, in Old long syne, That thou canst never once reflect, on Old long syne. My Heart is ravisht with delight, when thee I think upon; All...
Dec 30th
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WatchWatch
Merry Christmas Eve … from my parents’ basement!
Dec 26th
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“So that happened.”
– Julia Price
Dec 16th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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#BL: In Which the Gentleman Calls, Post-Coitally →
Love my friend B’s writing here.  And don’t disagree with his sentiments, either!! benleventhal: Chapter VII, Sub. 6 The Next Day It so happens that from time to time — or perhaps of a frequency higher than that — the gentleman finds on his todo list the task of reassuring a new lady of his exceptional pedigree and genuine intentions, by way of making contact with her the day after...
Dec 7th
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