"Well, using something more than a thrown whistle as a weapon might be a good start." She grinned and backed up, reaching up to pick a bit of soy brain from her teeth with her finger nail. "'Tell my mom I love her!'" she teased. "When, exactly, would zombie-me be talking to your mom?"
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Date: 2012-05-17 02:20 am (UTC)