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An update! *happy smurf dance*
An incredibly adorable and sweetly romantic update…Awww.
You have got to be one of the most incredibly funny and amazingly good writers of women murder club fanfictions. I can’t wait for the next installment of this or any other series you venture to continue. Extreme Sensitivity (HINT! HINT!!). Thank you for the hours of enjoyment.
Aww, very nice! I’m looking forward to dessert too 😉
The picking up part was sweet.
I seriously love the image of Lindsay spending time with Cindy’s mother.
oh, god, I love this fic, no matter how infrequent it is.
It was the kind of attention that usually caused Lindsay to run her hand through her hair or tug at her shirt and ask “What?” as if it could only be an imperfection that warranted such unrelenting attention. – Ooh, love that line.
The image of the two of them snuggle-hugging in the waiting room is too adorable.
the “I really want to, but I refuse to laugh at your juvenile shenanigans” look. – Hehe
“I can’t be responsible for Anglo on Asian violence.” / “Who said it was for her?” – Hahaha
“I’m not sure whether to be impressed or worried that you’re that good at lying to me.” – Awww
I think mine had an extra ingredient.” / “What?” Cindy asked with a little smirk. “Love?” – *snort*