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"'S true."

((She sure is.))

*Snuggles*

((The line's from a Goo Goo Dolls song, which is my favorite band.))

((Oooh. Which song?))

((Ahhhh... What a Scene, I think. Suddenly I can't remember any other lines, and that's part of a bridge, so even the tune's different.))

((Have you done your writing today? *hugs*))

((Not yet. Lir and I have some errands to run, then we're gonna hang at the coffee shop and write.))

((Ah. I got a laptop.))

((Sweet! Chilled legumes!))

((Yes indeedy.))

((Is it all your own?))

((It's mine only, yes.))

((Double sweet! So, thus you can download anything you wish, correct?))

((Yes. I think so.))

((Oooh, if my laptop wasn't dead, I would send you many lovely songses.))

((When it gets un-dead. Ha! Undead. Harddriiiiiiiives.))

((*laughs* Memmmmorrrryyyyyy....))

((Dude. If someone played a zombie laptop on Sages, I'd love them forever and ever! Infected by the T-virus, spread by spam e-mail, the government tried to cover it up, but alas! One lone laptop escaped their watchful eye. (Because the government, like the fates, share one collective, slightly dusty eye).))

((*laughs* That would be sweet. If I had time, I'd do it.))

((*leaves the thought to party in your head until your deadline is through?*))

((I just may. *grins* RAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!))

((Yay! Storage spaaaaaace.))

((BYYYYYYYYYYYYTTTTTTTESSSSSSSSSS!))

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