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[mightbeconcussed]

Jill's gone. I found her portrait in the hall.

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[mightbeconcussed]

[She doesn't sob that hard for very long. She physically can't. When she's done with the hard sobbing, she exhales heavily and then takes a deep ragged breath.]

I want this place to be wonderful and I try so hard to love it 'cause I'm stuck here but it just keeps messing everything up.

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[totallyinaband]

This places really works hard at fucking with us.

[He gives her another squeeze, resting his chin on the top of her head.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

It seems to be succeeding right now.

[She really appreciates that Stephen just sort of lets her hug him and hugs her back even when she's a wreck.]

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[totallyinaband]

What do you think? Booze, cupcakes, and movie?

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[mightbeconcussed]

Definitely. You can pick the movie. Nothing sappy or smooshy or...you know. I'll get the booze.

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[totallyinaband]

Zombies it is.

[He pops the cupcakes on the coffee table and goes to find something gruesome and braincell-killing on the shelf.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

You have the best sad girl taste.

[She rummages through the liquor cabinet and comes up with a bottle of vodka.]

Dirty martinis? Jill's favorite drink. I think she'd like it.

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[totallyinaband]

Is that a compliment?

[He starts up the movie, giving her a quick glance.]

Yeah, sure. Sounds good.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Definitely a compliment.

[She mixes up a couple of dirty martinis with extra olives, carries them over carefully and sits down, handing Stephen one.]

To Jilly Bean.

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[totallyinaband]

To Jilly Bean.

[He clinks his glass with hers. His free arm comes up behind her on the couch back as the trailers start up.]