


All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan. Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis. All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
I live for these updates. Really loving this series :)
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HOW SWEET~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merry Christmas~
Lucy
I had to wait to review until I was ALL THE WAY DONE with your AMAZING fic. I cried a couple times, laughed a lot, and couldn't stop reading! You're very talented and I cannot wait for the next chapter.
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This is the only posey/lincecum fic I've ever seen, saddeningly, but you make up for it with how amazing and awesome it is. I wish I had more adjectives!
Gah.
Update soon! kthxbai
littlesnowpea