Hi, Reg! This is the Ghost of Molly! Remember me? Sure you do, we go way back, we're old buddies!
Anyway, Molly is slighly dead at the moment. She kind of exploded into a pile of goo because this fic killed her, although she wants me to tell you that she certainly did NOT get teary eyed at the end. (But speaking as her Ghost, dude, she SO did). She is very, very proud of you, and she loves this fic so much that it's actually very scary. She wants to tell you that you are insanely good with words and that your imagery is mad-crazy-good. And that the boysex was HOT like a really hot thing.
And that the ending killed her. She wants to mention that again. And also, give Seth a big hug, some cookies, and perhaps a blowjob or two. Or ten. Whatever. She's flexible.
Once she is ressurrected, she's going to be hounding you about writing much more. Count on that.
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Anyway, Molly is slighly dead at the moment. She kind of exploded into a pile of goo because this fic killed her, although she wants me to tell you that she certainly did NOT get teary eyed at the end. (But speaking as her Ghost, dude, she SO did). She is very, very proud of you, and she loves this fic so much that it's actually very scary. She wants to tell you that you are insanely good with words and that your imagery is mad-crazy-good. And that the boysex was HOT like a really hot thing.
And that the ending killed her. She wants to mention that again. And also, give Seth a big hug, some cookies, and perhaps a blowjob or two. Or ten. Whatever. She's flexible.
Once she is ressurrected, she's going to be hounding you about writing much more. Count on that.