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Someone just accused me in a review of plagiarizing myself. In Vino Veritas – In Wine (There is) Truth is posted on The Burrow and Lumos (on Sycophant Hex), TPP, OWL, two LJ communities, and on here. The reviewer writes:

Did you really write this story? I saw something exactly like this in The Burrow part of Sycophant Hex. That author wrote a sequel to it too. Or maybe I am mistaken, and you just posted it again on this site.

Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive about this - or worse yet, someone's lifted my stuff again (and then I'm going to have to search the internet to find out where and then make noise until they remove it) - but I'm afraid I wasn't very kind in my response.

Response:
Did you bother to look at the post date of this? This was written in May of 2006... I never posted it at the Burrow until a few weeks ago because I never considered doing so. You might want to check your frigging facts before you offhandedly make comments like "Did you really write this story?". Yes, I really DID write this story - and I find your insinuation that I did not (AND THIS IS POSTED on OWL, Petulant Poetess, my Livejournal as well as two Livejournal communities, under this PEN name) offensive.

Now that I re-read what I said to her... I'm feeling vaguely guilty... but not guilty enough to amend it (at least not yet).

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