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K, k, k… So I had this idea for a story that was boardering on the verge of crackfic. I wrote about one and a half pages. Then I had to run off to do some quick research on Jewish views on same sex marriage. Then I was like, hey… so Abby wants her and Ziva to get married in her home state, but not all of the US supports same sex marriage, do they? I googled. I linked to Wikipedia, because Wikipedia is the answer to all of life’s problems (can one product place websites?). …There’s one state. *one*. …this totally fucked everything up and totally destroyed my inspiration to write the story. It was supposed to be fluffy weird cute humor. Now…it’ll be destined to rot on my hard drive, most likely forever unfinished. Fuck.