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Chapter 20: Epilogue.

One last look at these extraordinary lives.

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or: “Food?” Meeks appeared, perplexed, but his expression brightened upon glimpsing Neil's culinary creation. “Food! Actual food that looks edible!”

just posted the third chapter of our ours! (dps anderperry-centric fic with chameron as the side pair and mitts if you squint in which the poets buy a house together after welton and have found-familystic shenanigans) - you can read the latest update here!

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Chapter 10: Nothing human is alien to me.

RIP Todd Anderson (1942-1961. Got asked too many questions by Charlie Dalton).

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Chapter 8: Something for something.

One of those 'carpe diem' situations, in which Neil and Todd exchange honesty for honesty and the poets host their first house party.

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or: “Did your girlfriend write that?” Max teased, a playful grin adorning her lips.

Todd's brow furrowed slightly as he lifted the bag, instantly recognizing the familiar handwriting. Despite his efforts to suppress it, a smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of his lips.

“My housemate, actually. He—um, he’s not literally wishing for me to break a leg; he’s an actor.”

new chapter of our ours, guys! that one fic about the poets living together after buying a shitty house in new york. there you go, some anderperry greatness for this one! hope you like it :). you can read it here.

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or: "I hereby reconvene the New York Chapter of the Dead Poets Society," Neil declared with the same solemnity as years before. "These meetings will be led by me and the other former initiates present. The same rules as before apply. Now, I'll recite the traditional opening message from society member Henry David Thoreau: 'I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately...'"

link to the story: our ours by lunartokki

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Chapter 18: Fortune favors the bold.

In which the second chapter of the Dead Poets Society in New York begins and some doors close, but others open.