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izzyalienqueen) wrote2008-06-28 09:29 pm
Room 406, evening
It was Saturday night. Which meant Isabel was curled up with popcorn watching a bad Skiffy movie.
"This has to be a new record," she told the TV. "Thirty minutes in and still no sign of a plot."
The door was open.
"This has to be a new record," she told the TV. "Thirty minutes in and still no sign of a plot."
The door was open.
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"We're going to have to watch and see. No matter how painful it gets," she shuddered. "They're hitting every cliche possible. They've already killed the sweet whore."
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The snakes were all dead but there was still eighteen minutes left in the movie.
"I bet breakfast in bed that the momma snake turns up in the next two minutes."
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Yes. There was pouting.
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Giant snake? What giant snake?
"How do I do that?"
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"I'm sure you can think of something," he grinned, trailing kisses down her shoulder.
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"I'm sure I can. But it might involve missing the big finish."
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A wave of her hand and the TV turned off.