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It occurs to me that, somewhere on my friends page, there may be someone who isn't a member of
ds_flashfiction but whose life is tragically deficient of slutty drunk French-speaking Due South hockey-AU smut. If you are that person, you're in luck, because I wrote some.
It's also possible that I just really like typing the words 'slutty drunk French-speaking.' Or that staying up til one to write and post this, and then waking up before six (because it turns out today is, y'know, Monday) may not have been exactly a foolproof recipe for coherence. Whatever.
It's also possible that I just really like typing the words 'slutty drunk French-speaking.' Or that staying up til one to write and post this, and then waking up before six (because it turns out today is, y'know, Monday) may not have been exactly a foolproof recipe for coherence. Whatever.
