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That White Stuff

It finally actually snowed here.  It has been icy for awhile, and well, we don't do that here.  I was reminded of this by a man in the QFC parking lot.  He seemed vaguely alarmed that I was out in the weather, and heaven forbid driving a car.  This sounds really sexist until you realize that Seattlites don't drive in the ice/snow, especially not subcompact cars with balding tires (yeah, yeah).

Whenever it's freezing outside, I always like to think about being somewhere really warm, which makes it perfect weather for a little Culling series action.  Right?  Right!

You don't understand, we have a temperate climate here.


I've just posted chapter 5, a chapter that seriously makes me blush.  Read it, read it, read it!  Oh, no!  Don't read it!  Nooooooooooooo . . .

After their first failed tournament, Charlotte returns to the neutral zone with her team to regroup.  Concerned about the ability of their team to survive, she agrees to Spirit Bond with Orville.

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