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Title: One Eye on What You Knew, One Eye on What You Do (2/3)
Authors:
kiltsandlollies and
escribo
Characters: Billy, Cate
Word Count: 3000
Summary: Continues from here.
Index
Note: Note: Original text and characterization of Cate created by
magickalmolly; in some chapters through this story, we’ve adapted both text and characterization, but Molly’s work happily remains the foundation for Professor Blanchett.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
( Billy's had the air of someone with a great deal more depth than what he'd wanted to let her see, and physically there's enough going for him that he would have fit in nicely among that lot in St. Andrews, the types who still met each other years later with the metaphorical secret handshake of knowing exactly how the other looks, sounds, tastes, and feels at—indeed—their best and worst. Old habits die hard, as they say, and Cate's counting on that. )
Authors:
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Characters: Billy, Cate
Word Count: 3000
Summary: Continues from here.
Index
Note: Note: Original text and characterization of Cate created by
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
( Billy's had the air of someone with a great deal more depth than what he'd wanted to let her see, and physically there's enough going for him that he would have fit in nicely among that lot in St. Andrews, the types who still met each other years later with the metaphorical secret handshake of knowing exactly how the other looks, sounds, tastes, and feels at—indeed—their best and worst. Old habits die hard, as they say, and Cate's counting on that. )