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It Was the Best of Times, Again, It Was the Worst of Times, Again

Sydney Carton and the Slingshot of Doom, a Charles Dickens fanfic.

“And where is Evremonde? He must also come,” declared the guard.

“I am right here.” said Sydney as he stabbed the man’s heart with his dagger which he had in his boots.

Blood spilt from the man’s heart as he fell to the hard ground. With haste, Sydney took off the man’s clothes so the blood would not spread and stain. He took off his own clothes, and put on the guard’s.

Wake me when we get to the Great Expectations slash.

(Via the always-entertaining Bookshelves of Doom.)

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Paul, if you WANT to see sexually explicit Bob Cratchit/Nephew Fred, I can point you to it. (I'm pretty sure it wasn't even on fanfiction.net.)

Posted by Mal | October 1, 2008 3:30 AM

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