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"I don't believe it. I just don't believe it."
"What?" Uno's assistant leaned over to peer at the memo.
"Apparently, people are praising our depiction of an interracial relationship."
"What's so unbelievable about that?"
He looked up at her, incredulous. "Were you paying attention? That was the most ridiculous depiction of Native Americans I've ever seen in my entire life."
"Oh. You meant that."
"What did you think I meant!" He sighed, thumbing through the memo.
She shrugged.
"Agh." He put the memo back in the envelope and shoved it at her. "Now get out of here so I can have a cigar."
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A/N: I just want, first of all, to reaffirm my love for all of you. Just when I think I'm ludicrously unfunny and whatever I've written sucks, you people come here and lie to me and make me feel all warm and squishy inside. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
And so, if there's anything you want to see done, now's the time you can request it. I won't guarantee anything, but on the off-chance you check this and go, "Oh, gosh, I hope she did (insert clever unused genre here) this time!" only to have your hopes crushed like so many crackers before they're sprinkled on piping hot minestrone soup time and time again until your poor spirit is broken beyond repair, then tell me so, and I shall give it my best (try to be as specific as possible: for example, "medical drama" is better than just plain "drama"). No pr0n, though; this is network television! Also off-limits is documentary, because that's... well, something else that's sitting on my hard drive with a vague hope of one day being finished and presentable (shh).
With that, I might be taking a break from this, but only for a day or two (I swear it!). I feel bad because I just got complimented on my speed! But I just don't want to sacrifice quality for that speed :D ("Too late," groan the masses.) I promise, promise, promise, it'll be no more than a couple of days, and if it takes more than that, feel absolutely free to bombard my inbox with angry messages (the link, I believe, is in my profile, but if not, it's chellerrific at gmail dot com--two Rs, one F, be careful; not even I can remember to spell it correctly all the time). If this happens (and I really will try to make sure it doesn't), make sure you include what you're going to be screaming at me about in the subject line, as I don't always open things from foreign email addresses.
I'm also toying with this silly little idea I had a while back that I just can't get out of my head (it's all Oda's fault, I swear), so I'll be poking at that as well to see if it goes anywhere. I don't like to post things until I'm at least 95 percent sure they'll get finished, because I'm so ADD, and have you ever noticed how when you start reading a fic, regardless of whether or not it's good, it's nearly always extremely frustrating when it just cuts off because the author lost interest or got busy or whatever? And then you can't yell at the author, because it's not their fault if there are extenuating circumstances, but it's still frustrating? Yeah.
Again, SO MUCH LOVE. SO MUCH. I'm completely sincere! And I will see you again shortly!