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[thats-messed-up.livejournal.com]

Hey Elliot —

I agree with the crack!you. Get your lazy white ass downstairs and shoot some damn zombies. At least do it for me, since I can't.

Comments

[endured.livejournal.com]

Get over it like tell her about it?

[thats-messed-up.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Kinda irritatin', isn't it?

[endured.livejournal.com]

Ha, yeah, just a little bit.

She doesn't remember him, though. Makes it a lot harder, you know?

[thats-messed-up.livejournal.com]

You serious?

Oh that's rich.

[endured.livejournal.com]

Like a heart attack.

[thats-messed-up.livejournal.com]

Man, that's the funniest damn thing I've heard in a long time!

How'd that happen, anyway? Kinda hard to forget someone like Stabler.

[endured.livejournal.com]

Well, it looks like Paradisa took away any and every memory she had of him.

[thats-messed-up.livejournal.com]

Well now I'm really not sure I wanna be in that damn place.

[endured.livejournal.com]

You really don't. It's like... the Twilight Zone or something.

[bad-temper.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

[endured.livejournal.com]

What? I was just trying to verify that that was what he meant.

[bad-temper.livejournal.com]

Right.

[endured.livejournal.com]

Seriously!