• Flummoxed@lemmy.world
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    5 months ago

    Jessica Fletcher would figure it out when she dressed up as a drunk to tail her niece. She’d sing a bit of shanty, kiss you on the forehead, and encourage you to be yourself. You were once her student, and she always knew from your writing that you were a kind soul and a wicked plot weaver.