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7 Feb 2010
Somewhere in the haze of disorientation that came with waking up after way too many shots of tequila, Margaret realised she wasn't in her own bed. More importantly, she wasn't alone.
I LOVE THIS FIC, I STAN THIS FIC (and this ship, forever this ship, forever Margaret especially, but forever Margaret/Suffolk), I use this fic to justify my predilection for history-based theatrical!AU, and thing is, once I've directed people to this fic, they understand why. So many of my favorite things in one place, here.