Fic rec!

ladymercury_10 has written about Amy and Rory and the bumps and bruises of domestic life, and it's gone and done things to my heart: a better way would find me. No spoilers. Nor robots.

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Ah, autumn. The warm mid-day sun and cool breeze. The goldening of trees, the showers of loosed leaves that spin across the lawn. The lazy thudding of stinkbugs as they fly dumbly into the siding of our house, like the sound of moored boats creaking against the confines of plastic pontoons.

I've been meaning to get the insecticide out for a few weeks now. *sighs*