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I have lost the USB drive that has the latest chapter of my WIP on it (other things I have lost in the last 24 hours: my glasses) so here is a replacement using the chapters that I already had uploaded to AO3 and this Markov chain predictive text generator and a little bit of repair to the punctuation, since the generator doesn't seem to understand quotation marks very well.
(May contain spoilers for future chapters. Sort of.)
Chapter 7: hidden depths.
"The kid's speechwriter. For a moment, he probably wouldn't keep a public discourse. Can't be the ones his staff said he didn't want to interrupt the nomination to get into something disco that he was curled up on his side of the Senate, and you still had suddenly went from the challenge of the largest margins in reply."
Prouvaire pulled him in the drawings rather that she was relaxed and canapes.
"At least have the display room a long table, and then turned upside down."
He feels like. "Sue me." He'd brought Enjolras is.
"The second one, the Pomona," he answered with a growl.
"Must be nice to voters? And honestly can't tell the invite out how. And there's someone who's ever asked" Enjolras said. "That's not the only comes before refill as well."
"Don't mind if we do."
The next time he must already knew I was of the couch from the opening, and then woken up with arcane elements of Washington.
"Mr. Jondrette Jr., I want to meet him, is this sabotage Bahorel's parties because you’re too young for good." He'd forgot a face.
Grantaire's level, but "that was only to beat out for more they could get too drunk too much, and he could, like his," he added, when a man he ever for drink. It's been dressed as a punk Statue of Liberty and justice activism thing, the sort of performance art or something called the Maritime Republic of Lakotah, all is vanity.
"What probably want to be honestly say that for people who'd come up," Matelote said. "Jesus Christian of him."
"Hah," he managed not to tell you if you didn't. "Admittedly, very fine eyes." Bossuet had an unbroken record on environmental justice, of county council seat. And there was a scientist too and he'd been aware that she was right, since we starts a new, one-issue party as your date. The man looked up, saw him, and someone shouted, "Start in five!" and Enjolras on pain of inheritance.
"Yeah, that's not that I honestly say that you are uselessness." He had to stop halfway through the mud in the bus a few days later, with a six-figure income a day too late, but then started to run in the new tethered how their faces, but mandatory sentencing didn't really have acknowledged some name rings a bell. He stopped. "You’ll probably was a costume party."
"Oh?" he said, "I think you did know," and it's just blurted out, is, "I think they've been with me in the porn." Possibly the most brilliant economics discussion with the fact that Joly and noisily than it had sent them up.
"Professor Feuilly be there?" Combeferre. "Your poll numbers and dealers?"
Combeferre muttered something to do with arcane elements of fiscal and talk about how the world's most squeaky-clean, scandal-free politicians I know are afraid of looking at the time he ran his platform was legalizing until that moment, but by this sad, old, drunk with his hands in the advisors in the press was particularly, anyway, but any chances were trembling too much, "I've just noticed I'm not very steady on my feet," he said, and grabbed for the sake of my nerves.
He hadn't admitted it even to himself that decide if that were valuable to resist Enjolras's ringtone was something special about going down at them with an air of professionate blond into the last three years with a Republican.
Introducing Bahorel's parties.
Grantaire wasn't up on the fashions of kids these days. An older man was too boring non-answers he'd believed that.
"He's campaign. That's all. And if people talk about the speechwriter."
Honestly, if it happened at Combeferre take my places to get them out of bed for everyone who wrote his positions on climate change that bad, and next thing you had on the bus a few days later, with a six-figure income and tenure, decriminalizng marijuana is reasonable, frankly it's a really didn't. He leaned against the stall with an eyebrow waggle, because screw it, they can't seem to decide if they're reached the invited to shakeup.
"Too bad there's no chance that kind would out you some fans," Grantaire wouldn't remembered he existed for their leader he'd give up drinking for years, which meant being latched onto for a heart-to-heart about romantic tragedy. Was it just that complicated that sort of them. And it never worth it. If you've co-sponsored dozens of bills. Most of what was the liberty spikes before the Bastard steal it out from under him and grabbed a driver for chances were generally pretty sure the belts. Leave it to Ecclesiastes, though.
"It was a costume party."
"No!" Grantaire narrowed his eyebrows. "Tell you they have no intern work, numbers-wise, if you can help it. No, what I was thinking problem."
"He's not much of a Bible person. He drank and watch that shit on me I could be his year. Oh, a long as you were general crush of the river denial. Very little chance at winning," a tactic that Grantaire said, with enthusiastic about it that his diadem made of blue and tenure, drinking a scotch he'd had out when you asked.
...that may, just possibly, be better than the chapter that's missing.
(May contain spoilers for future chapters. Sort of.)
Chapter 7: hidden depths.
"The kid's speechwriter. For a moment, he probably wouldn't keep a public discourse. Can't be the ones his staff said he didn't want to interrupt the nomination to get into something disco that he was curled up on his side of the Senate, and you still had suddenly went from the challenge of the largest margins in reply."
Prouvaire pulled him in the drawings rather that she was relaxed and canapes.
"At least have the display room a long table, and then turned upside down."
He feels like. "Sue me." He'd brought Enjolras is.
"The second one, the Pomona," he answered with a growl.
"Must be nice to voters? And honestly can't tell the invite out how. And there's someone who's ever asked" Enjolras said. "That's not the only comes before refill as well."
"Don't mind if we do."
The next time he must already knew I was of the couch from the opening, and then woken up with arcane elements of Washington.
"Mr. Jondrette Jr., I want to meet him, is this sabotage Bahorel's parties because you’re too young for good." He'd forgot a face.
Grantaire's level, but "that was only to beat out for more they could get too drunk too much, and he could, like his," he added, when a man he ever for drink. It's been dressed as a punk Statue of Liberty and justice activism thing, the sort of performance art or something called the Maritime Republic of Lakotah, all is vanity.
"What probably want to be honestly say that for people who'd come up," Matelote said. "Jesus Christian of him."
"Hah," he managed not to tell you if you didn't. "Admittedly, very fine eyes." Bossuet had an unbroken record on environmental justice, of county council seat. And there was a scientist too and he'd been aware that she was right, since we starts a new, one-issue party as your date. The man looked up, saw him, and someone shouted, "Start in five!" and Enjolras on pain of inheritance.
"Yeah, that's not that I honestly say that you are uselessness." He had to stop halfway through the mud in the bus a few days later, with a six-figure income a day too late, but then started to run in the new tethered how their faces, but mandatory sentencing didn't really have acknowledged some name rings a bell. He stopped. "You’ll probably was a costume party."
"Oh?" he said, "I think you did know," and it's just blurted out, is, "I think they've been with me in the porn." Possibly the most brilliant economics discussion with the fact that Joly and noisily than it had sent them up.
"Professor Feuilly be there?" Combeferre. "Your poll numbers and dealers?"
Combeferre muttered something to do with arcane elements of fiscal and talk about how the world's most squeaky-clean, scandal-free politicians I know are afraid of looking at the time he ran his platform was legalizing until that moment, but by this sad, old, drunk with his hands in the advisors in the press was particularly, anyway, but any chances were trembling too much, "I've just noticed I'm not very steady on my feet," he said, and grabbed for the sake of my nerves.
He hadn't admitted it even to himself that decide if that were valuable to resist Enjolras's ringtone was something special about going down at them with an air of professionate blond into the last three years with a Republican.
Introducing Bahorel's parties.
Grantaire wasn't up on the fashions of kids these days. An older man was too boring non-answers he'd believed that.
"He's campaign. That's all. And if people talk about the speechwriter."
Honestly, if it happened at Combeferre take my places to get them out of bed for everyone who wrote his positions on climate change that bad, and next thing you had on the bus a few days later, with a six-figure income and tenure, decriminalizng marijuana is reasonable, frankly it's a really didn't. He leaned against the stall with an eyebrow waggle, because screw it, they can't seem to decide if they're reached the invited to shakeup.
"Too bad there's no chance that kind would out you some fans," Grantaire wouldn't remembered he existed for their leader he'd give up drinking for years, which meant being latched onto for a heart-to-heart about romantic tragedy. Was it just that complicated that sort of them. And it never worth it. If you've co-sponsored dozens of bills. Most of what was the liberty spikes before the Bastard steal it out from under him and grabbed a driver for chances were generally pretty sure the belts. Leave it to Ecclesiastes, though.
"It was a costume party."
"No!" Grantaire narrowed his eyebrows. "Tell you they have no intern work, numbers-wise, if you can help it. No, what I was thinking problem."
"He's not much of a Bible person. He drank and watch that shit on me I could be his year. Oh, a long as you were general crush of the river denial. Very little chance at winning," a tactic that Grantaire said, with enthusiastic about it that his diadem made of blue and tenure, drinking a scotch he'd had out when you asked.
...that may, just possibly, be better than the chapter that's missing.
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This is where I burst out laughing.
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