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*rubs hands together*

I have a cunning plan.

See, I like round numbers. And 228 people have me friended, and I want two more. Twwooooo moooooooore. So I reckon, y'know, write a decent bit o' fic. That'll work, right?

So. I must cater to tastes.

Whaddaya reckon people want from a fic?

Good Omens, probably. Because you may have noticed that that is where my brain is, these days.

What would your ideal GO fic be?

Tell me tell me tell me...

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The second of the sock-fics is done.

dramaturgca, I submit it humbly for your perusal, and I do sincerely hope you consider it worth hosiery.

Good Omens, C/A if you squint. In which Crowley and Aziraphale meet a struggling young playwright.

A lot of fuss about not much, really.