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People are trying to make me write super-pretty-car!smut. Have been for a while actually. Call it subliminal, call it unintentional but you all know who you are. There are *images* that I do not need in my head right *now* and you're all evil. I have a test on completely innocent, non-smutty Victorian poetry in an hour and the only thing in my head is.... argh.

Super-pretty-car!smut. And I'm supposed to be concentrating on Emily Bronte how exactly? :)