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Somebody recently made me aware of my faults, lately, as an LJ friend...not nastily or anything, but I became aware of how very little I've been showing my interest in people's lives lately. I do my best to read my flist...but often keeping up with it at high-speed is all I can do, especially during the summer. Even the important things like illness and relationship troubles are either getting a flyby hug or just missing responses because I feel that I can't say anything important enough to make a difference...

But I want to tell everyone that I am reading you, and even if you've only posted minor troubles like stubbed toes and boss wankiness, you were in my thoughts and best wishes. And I always send virtual hugs in my head, whether I type them out or not. *hugs flist*

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In other news, this fic is kicking my arse from here to Glastonbury.

ETA: Somebody offered to help. I'll make this a question to everybody out there:

If you were a nasty five or six year old little boy who had to torture something small and helpless so that Bill Weasley would get mad at you, what would you torture? Bonus points for making the small and helpless thing belong to a Muggle or associated with Muggles in some way but not belonging to a Muggle (latter preferred)