Oh my gosh, Sara. This is just horribly, terribly, painfully wonderful.
I love it and hate it.
That date was a work of art. Am just green with envy over how you did that. Kenneth in his head, his date talking on and on...
The despair just oozes off the screen. And in fact, it's all over my keyboard as I type.
This won't be a quick, easy fix, will it? Kind of wish we could borrow Wendy's fates.
Sigh. I'm in, I think. Unless this fic just kills me.
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