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You used to be so innocent, Legba.
In the past fiff-teee-tuuuu weeks, I've undergone multiple character rewrites in a futile attempt to satisfy two groups of fans who both want a very different kind of Flyboy: those who like it when I'm a reasonable, compassionate, essentially decent member of the community, and those who'd rather I was a slathering "PC" attack dog. Now I find myself rather implausibly playing the role of nightclub impressario. Will this take off as a bold new direction for my character, or whether the reset button will be pushed and my stories will become simultaneously both more domestic and more angst-filled remains to be seen. |
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