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nnyI'm writing this fic at the moment, and occasionally I read it through to get a feeling for the whole before I go on to write the next section. Or I do it to put off writing Elizabeth and Ronon, take your pick. ;) Either way, there's this section:
“…hunh. So you do exist.” Dammit.
“What?”
“You’re that Jack. James.” He snapped his fingers restlessly, trying to recall the name that was just on the tip of his mind. “The one who was on that ridiculous radio show the other week.”
“John Sheppard.”
“Right, John."
And seriously, every time I read that bit, I snap my fingers three or four times. I can't not do it. It's Pavlovian.
I am just an extraordinary dork.
“…hunh. So you do exist.” Dammit.
“What?”
“You’re that Jack. James.” He snapped his fingers restlessly, trying to recall the name that was just on the tip of his mind. “The one who was on that ridiculous radio show the other week.”
“John Sheppard.”
“Right, John."
And seriously, every time I read that bit, I snap my fingers three or four times. I can't not do it. It's Pavlovian.
I am just an extraordinary dork.
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