Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me*

Ex-bloody-hausted. Spent most of the word count writing in a flashback of Chip with Steve, which was supposed to be a happy, cuddly one until it took a nosedive for angstapalooza with the whole we know Steve's dead bit.

Plot is moving along plottily, and soon it'll be zombie time, followed by angst.

I am so tired.

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21798 / 50000 words. 44% done!


* Matthew 19:14, Bible (King James Version)