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desperanceTake a dying man and his younger lover. Add a reckless, ambiguous boy. Already it sounds like a parody of What I Do.
Further add a chain that binds them all, and now it's like a parody of me and Daniel Fox together. Which is kind of apt, I guess...
Anyway. We have a story. More: we have more than one story, and so does Gail. Sean may not make it in tonight, being snowed up in snowy Forest Hall. No matter: we will fill an evening somehow. Don't know how much of an audience we'll get; the Lit & Phil was booked full yesterday, eighty willing bods, but some are starting to cancel. Snowpocalypse! Eight and a half inches out there, according to my trusty ruler thrust in where it's deep and crisp and even in the centre of the park. It's kinda like a parody of winter, in these global-warming days...
Further add a chain that binds them all, and now it's like a parody of me and Daniel Fox together. Which is kind of apt, I guess...
Anyway. We have a story. More: we have more than one story, and so does Gail. Sean may not make it in tonight, being snowed up in snowy Forest Hall. No matter: we will fill an evening somehow. Don't know how much of an audience we'll get; the Lit & Phil was booked full yesterday, eighty willing bods, but some are starting to cancel. Snowpocalypse! Eight and a half inches out there, according to my trusty ruler thrust in where it's deep and crisp and even in the centre of the park. It's kinda like a parody of winter, in these global-warming days...