"Got me," John said, finally giving up and putting his arm along the back of the couch behind Zatanna so it wouldn't fall asleep from being squished between them. They'd spent countless hours sitting exactly like this, watching TV back in the old days, and it brought to mind some other vivid, un-fiend-touched memories that were simultaneously enticing and annoying as all hell. He'd thought them safely filed away where they wouldn't pop up and become a nuisance. Bloody woman, she hadn't come on this strong in years. "Maybe it's supposed to be like The Wall, only makes sense if you watch it stoned?"
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Date: 2006-11-20 04:46 am (UTC)