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Today's been pretty gay. First I tried to take off my old nail polish and my nail enamel started peeling off, which didn't hurt but freaked me out. Then this new nail polish looks like black from far away even though it's very dark-purple-colored. Then I wanted to go get some little hot dogs but my damn mother is taking eight hours to get ready to go anywhere, and like an idiot I told her I'd go with her to pick something up. Now I can only type with 1.4 hands because I have this nail polish happening. Finally, I wrote this stupid fucking story that I wanted to post for Christmast, but surprise, nothing ever happens how I want it to. See, Christmas Eve was the first anniversary of my getting into this fandom, and I wanted to just post something, you know? Whatever, I don't care. Wait, I've just been writing this in a client, and I just remembered I have to post fic on the site. Well, that's super.

Part I

Title: Birds and Fruits
Author: sekrit_omg
Summary: An ode to inter-faith gay relationships, and consumerism.
Author's note: imaginaaation beta-read this for me, I think because I whined sufficiently enough about getting dumped by my beta. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

( Stan and Kyle had a cat. )

 

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Part II

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( When Stan got home that night, he found Kyle watching Iron Chef and inexplicably sewing something — no, he was threading something. )

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Part III

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( Kyle wasn’t supposed to make personal calls when he was on the clock. )