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Oct 29, 2006 13:06

Almost one month. One whole month stuck on Dante's version of "Gilligan's Island." She'd know the exact number of days except that she hadn't started scratching marks on the wall by her bed or anything yet.

But maybe she'd start, if only to rid herself of boredom for about twenty seconds. She'd have to keep that in mind. And maybe steal a knife from the kitchen because she was not going to use her fingernail to scratch it or anything totally stupid like that.

At the moment, though, she was again sprawled out over half of the couch in the rec room, her legs dangling over the arm, kicking in rhythm to the music from the jukebox that seemed to be on some kind of disco marathon or something. Lots of Bee Gees. And Lilly would never admit it, but she actually kind of liked the Bee Gees, there was something to be said about a guy who was secure enough in his masculinity to sing like someone was clamping his nuts in a vice.

"Jiiiiive talkin', you're tellin' me lieeees," she sang quietly along, staring up at the ceiling. "Jiiiiiive talkin'. You were a disguise." And that was about all she knew of the lyrics so she trailed off into a mumble, her feet still bouncing.

At least it wasn't playing Queen for a change.

neil mccormick, lilly kane, veronica mars, dr. rob chase

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