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Good gods, if I knew that tightening up and editing old fic for posting (YES I KNOW) would reawaken my burning love for Narnia, I would have done it ages ago. Now I am listening to my Narnia playlists and flailing wildly.
This would, of course, work better if I didn't have to do little things like study. Oh well, later!
...man, my Edmund playlist is very zen. Well, at least in my head.
you got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em / know when to walk away and know when to run / you never count your money when you're sittin' at the table / there'll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done / now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' / is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep / 'cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser / and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep
Sadly, this is not even an Edmund story. OH WELL.
This would, of course, work better if I didn't have to do little things like study. Oh well, later!
...man, my Edmund playlist is very zen. Well, at least in my head.
you got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em / know when to walk away and know when to run / you never count your money when you're sittin' at the table / there'll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done / now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' / is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep / 'cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser / and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep
Sadly, this is not even an Edmund story. OH WELL.