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( FIC Review: Superficial, by Rillaotvalley )
Last night, I thought I heard mutinous glurgings from my bathroom drain. Those of you who have read this LJ for a long time might remember this post from June of 2006, when the the septic system rebelled after years of swallowing my gastrointestinal horrors. Ever since, I, a plumber's daughter, have been on the alert for sounds of yet another insurrection. I'm afraid I'll wake up eye to partially-digested niblet with the shepherd's pie I enjoyed and so callously tossed aside with an indifferent flush six months ago. Nothing happened, but I am still on my guard.
A first pimp for Part VII of Danse Macabre.
Last night, I thought I heard mutinous glurgings from my bathroom drain. Those of you who have read this LJ for a long time might remember this post from June of 2006, when the the septic system rebelled after years of swallowing my gastrointestinal horrors. Ever since, I, a plumber's daughter, have been on the alert for sounds of yet another insurrection. I'm afraid I'll wake up eye to partially-digested niblet with the shepherd's pie I enjoyed and so callously tossed aside with an indifferent flush six months ago. Nothing happened, but I am still on my guard.
A first pimp for Part VII of Danse Macabre.
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