I don't expect anyone to read my stories, not even my dearest fannish friends. This is never more true than an epic unfinished story that happens to have a respiratory pandemic in the middle of it (written ten years ago!).
I live around the corner from a very major thoroughfare and I'm used to cars honking and just the sounds of heavy traffic and... nothing. I jaywalked a sixteen-lane road last week because I could. It's very, very strange indeed.
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I don't expect anyone to read my stories, not even my dearest fannish friends. This is never more true than an epic unfinished story that happens to have a respiratory pandemic in the middle of it (written ten years ago!).
I live around the corner from a very major thoroughfare and I'm used to cars honking and just the sounds of heavy traffic and... nothing. I jaywalked a sixteen-lane road last week because I could. It's very, very strange indeed.