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this is not a moment in history
Moment of cognitive dissonance:
Child comes in to critique your 174,000 Dean/Castiel WIP you left on a jump drive he borrowed.
...dude, I am still lying down after that.
(I have no idea what he said or when he left the room, but I'm pretty sure I didn't blink or breathe the entire time. Just. What. No. Dude, starting circa page 175--suffice to say, fuck my life.)
Child comes in to critique your 174,000 Dean/Castiel WIP you left on a jump drive he borrowed.
...dude, I am still lying down after that.
(I have no idea what he said or when he left the room, but I'm pretty sure I didn't blink or breathe the entire time. Just. What. No. Dude, starting circa page 175--suffice to say, fuck my life.)
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Although my spouse tells me that he had a similar encounter with his mom's adult personal items at about this age and mostly it made him stop going into her closet, so hey. Perhaps there is some small sliver of hope.