Deep down in the pit of your satanic soul, you know it's all about the biscuit. The ending to this story proves it. And I couldn't be happier. Look, dude, you got me out of bed and dying to leave you a review.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and get emotive, but ever since printing off those 1st chapter(s) of Bass Files and reading them as I thought about how bland fiction could be, you revived it. And you revived the confidence in me to be yourself.
Ever since that first email, I cannot believe how we have hit off and what friends we have become. You're my wife.
Thank you so much for writing this story, thank you for being an awesome friend and always asking how my day was. Thank you for your sense of humour, thank to your Mom for being so cool and for being a great banner maker. Thank her for giving birth to you.
DoJ is a totally underrated phrase of the friends I have found in you and the pleasure I have found in reading and writing our work.
End Of.
Now let me go so I can go back to being ill.
~K
x
Author's response
Yeah, this sucks. Go back to bed, Katy, and get well. Seriously. I mean it.
Could you please not make me cry. :< Thank you for blurting out that my Mommy made our banners, Katy. That´s gonna score me some major cool points on ficwad. ;)
Alright, I´m going to England in summer. I´ll hold you down to everything you said. EVERYTHING. This review has just made my evening, night and the future 5 years of my life. Semper amica tua.