Nuts.

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I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words. Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:

Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:

I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.

<3,
Me.

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Michael Weston/Sark
word: banana

(I'm sleep-deprived; I can't be creative)

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The last yogurt in the refrigerator is banana. Michael hates banana yogurt. "You did this on purpose," he says, turning on Julian accusingly.

Julian licks his lips, he's still got strawberry yogurt in the corners of his mouth. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to."

"You ate the last yogurt and you left me with this." Michael brandishes the banana yogurt threatening.

"Groundless accusations," Julian says dismissively.

Michael narrows his eyes. "It's still in the corners of your mouth, liar."

Julian licks his lips again. "Ah, so it is."

"I hate you," Michael says matter-of-factly.

"Then I suppose you don't want me to go to the store and get some more."

Michael ponders for a moment. "Blow job, first; store second."

"Oh, well, I'd never turn down a blow job," Julian says happily.

"Not even," Michael laughs. "Do you want a pillow for your knees?"

Julian pretends to be offended. "You're a very cruel man, Michael Westen."

"Yes, I know," Michael says, tossing the offensive yogurt in the garbage. "That's why you like me."

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Lovely!
And now I want yogurt....

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like yogurt thieving leading to blow jobs!