Sep. 17th, 2002

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Okay, I'm not doing the 7 celebrities I'd do thing or the 7 fictional characters I'd do thing. If nothing else, seven is not enough for that sort of thing.

Here's what I want to see: What seven people (real, imaginary, or mixed nuts) would you want to spend one no-strings, no-questions night with, all together?

It's like building one of those three-dimensional puzzles... who fits with whom? (Some people on my probable list wouldn't be properly compatible with me... but then part of the fun of group things is just watching.)
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This is not fic. Well, not really.



Martha drew her lips taut at Jonathan's latest tritely pithy remark.

"Now, Martha. Don't give me that look." He smiled with all the country-boy charm he had, which usually worked ln her, but... "Come on. You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's l-"

"Jonathan!!"

Some instinct of self-preservation made Jonathan close his mouth and eyes just in time to avoid getting them full of his wife's homemade pie.

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