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Yay for Riley!! 😀
“But more on that later”
I hope so. ‘Cause Nikky is intrigued.
this play sounds kinda depressing.
you should do something that would make you laugh really hard to recover.
a practicle joke may be in order. i’m sure shawna will understand.
Yay for Riley!
And yay for everybody in WMC fandom, too 😉
Congrats!!!!
I’m so proud of you!!! You are lovely!
Yay for you! Congrats! 😀
Congrats. Now sleep, then write WMC to cheer yourself up (or is that just me being selfish?)
Congratulations! *selfishly hopes for new fic*
Congratulations!!!