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I like a cold, rainy summer but then I feel bad because it sucks for the farmers. But it makes me so much more comfortable.

This morning I was thinking about this story I've had going for forever (I started the original draft when I was 17, when I got my first laptop and it needed a wireless card to get on the internet and I couldn't do anything but type) and how a) it reflects my love for what ofhouseadama calls "pawn narratives" and b) it has always made me really uncomfortable in that "I can totally imagine how Tumblr/parts of LJ would rip me to shreds for using Bad Sexist Tropes" way, mainly because the villains are female. ( It's b) that I'm going to blather more about )

I want to go on a bit more about various stuff, but it's time for bed and I've spent quite a while on these pleats.