Fairy Godmother, forgive me. They all died and the last knight standing before my tower I guess he was my savior, I trod upon his back first as I stepped down the human staircase. I took the hand of the Reaper, Sir Death he was, encased in scarab armor. See, he said, touching my cheek with chapped lips, it's so easy, isn't it. With all their souls in the sack around my neck the spirits knotted together to become a chain the Reaper instead of the tower has me now, Fairy Godmother. I didn't save myself.

Sherlock: Sherlock, Your Benedict is Showing by chen63, literature

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Sherlock: Sherlock, Your Benedict is Showing

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Sensual Exercises: I and II

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Sherlock: Linear Regression

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On Editing

I was asked by your fearless leader (applause here) to write a little sumtin'-sumtin' about the editing process, which drew me to a pause. Editing, to me, has always been, pretty much, my saying: "This is wrong. Fix it." However, your fearless leader's request brought me to the realization that, uh, I should probably back some of this crap up. Dictionaries are generally trustworthy! Let's try one of those! Merriam-Webster defines "edit": as such: "…(c) to alter, adapt, or refine especially to bring about conformity to a standard or to suit a particular purpose." Eh. If Merriam or Webster had bothered to ask my opinion, I would have