He'd gotten almost a week of emo and drinking and angst and mourning. Apparently something -- or someone -- had decided it was enough, since every time he tried to shut the door, said door just kept opening right back up again.
"Okay, okay, I get the hint," he complained. "Jeez, Lil. I get the message."
He didn't know if it was really Lilly
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