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[clo_again]

Tennis slashers who got a postcard, here's the post (finally) to post your lines of fic and reassemble them by the card numbers. if you don't want to do it then of course you don't have to; in a week I'll fill in the gaps from my copy of the ficlet, though it differs slightly from what I wrote on the cards. The last two lines never got sent so, to start y'all off:

It's the way you love him more than you love winning. It's everything.


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I know I'm behind on comments but I have seminar work to do early in the morning and I'm so tired, my head if practically on the keyboard. I promise catch-up tomorrow but now I'm going to bed. >_< Yoga and builders drilling walls at obscenely early times (for me) = no awakeness at all.

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I got the first lines

[scoobydumblonde.livejournal.com]

(or at least I'm assuming that's what the one means)

It's the way your eyes meet across a room full of journalists, the way you forget the tears stinging your eyes in the second it takes him to wink. You bite your lip to quell the laugh when he wriggles his nose, cough to cover the resulting choked sound and keep your gaze firmly on the journalist asking about your serve.

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[australian-imp.livejournal.com]

Wheee! Got mine today.

-> No heads turn; no one sees him but you.
It's the way he keeps trying(?), wicked now. Mouth forms an 'O' with a quick hand gesture you can't believe he'd use in public, surrounded by journalists but he does and you're gone. ->

The question mark means I couldn't interpret the word. Clo, your handwriting is too small :P

[australian-imp.livejournal.com]

Oops. My postcard says 3. Number 2, where are you?

[kindoftrouble.livejournal.com]

I am number two (I think, the number is kinda hard to make out.) I will post my part later. :D

[australian-imp.livejournal.com]

Cool.

[clo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you were two. (Sssshh, it's hard to write small enough to fit everything on postcards. ;-) )

[clo.livejournal.com]

...My copy of it has no word after trying, so it might be one I added in as I was writing or maybe I stopped paying attention for a sec and squiggled it or something. Anyway, can't be that important. :)

[australian-imp.livejournal.com]

Ah, don't worry, it was the word trying I was struggling with. You didn't cross your t :P

Card number 4

[make-a-move.livejournal.com]

---> The laugh bubbles out from behind the hand you press to your mouth, cheeks flushing hot as he laughs too, silently, mouthing 'later' as he turns towards the door.

It's the way his shoulders shake as he leaves, holding back the laughter you know will spill out against your lips when you kiss back at the hotel.