I dunno how to start this thing, so this is pure randomness.
I've been a JaDine fan since birth, a thing that is both fictional and erroneous. I am nothing but a fetus.
I do write for a living, which is why I decided to exhaust my efforts and attempt to write something that can appease all the angst and hunger I have for James and Nadine. You will bear witness to a birth of a trash or a pot of gold, you decide for yourself.
Afterthoughts is entirely fictional, or not. Any name, place or events coinciding reality can be blamed to parallel universes scattered across the galaxy, so file your complaints to Stephen Hawking, thank you very much.
I hope you enjoy, and nice to meet you. Potatoes rule!
Love, Jeanne the French Bread.
