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yotoob is currently chest-deep in her current literary triumph, Half Truths (and Similar Fractions), and I thought I’d offer some science-y insights.

The analysis done is simple, just looking for the occurrences of words, pretty much, but they shed a lot of light on what is going on.

Especially that last plot. The last few chapters have been rough: no one is happy, no one is smiling, and no one is laughing, but everyone is talking about trust.

nugetae  asked:

au WHERE THEY END UP WITH EACH OTHER'S LUGGAGE BY ACCIDENT AFTER A FLIGHT

Turbulence

AO3 // GENERAL // FLUFF/HUMOR // 1.960 WORDS // MORE STORIES

Finally, Felicity thought as she plopped her suitcase down on the bed, collapsing face first into the down comforter next to it. Her flight had consisted of eight exhausting hours behind a crying baby, and in front of a kid on a sugar rush. And that didn’t even include the three long hours spent at Logan International Airport because her plane had been delayed because of the weather.

Boston may be famous for its winters, but it had nothing on the constant Starling City downpour. Soon, she thought to herself. Soon, if she was able to land this job at Queen Consolidated, she would be able to get herself a first class ticket instead of having to fly coach.

Which reminded her, she now had three hours of sleep less than she had been planning on. Groaning, she got up off the bed, pulling her suitcase to the edge and zipping it open. She was too tired, her brain too mushy to realize that it was not her stuff that she was currently unpacking until the suitcase was half empty and she held someone else’s boxer briefs in her hands.

“Oh frack.” She whispered, quickly dropping the handful of underwear back into the suitcase.

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