076 // with memories returned

[thatlibbychick]

At least I remember who it is in the photograph now, and I can say with complete satisfaction: I dated that. And I do indeed love him.

Ruby, how are you?

Comments

[christ_onabike]

And for your information, I married that. And loved love loved love her.

[thatlibbychick]

I would've married him in a heartbeat had the opportunity presented itself. I just died first.

Good for you--you have very good taste. Of course, I might be a little biased...

[christ_onabike]

Well, that's a fucker right there. Sorry 'bout that.

Can't say I can pass comment on yours. Not into beards. Or blokes. Or...those hunks of metal.

[thatlibbychick]

Thanks; so am I. It's gotten easier to deal with over time.

They're what's left of a crashed plane. We sort of...crashed onto an island, where we were stranded. Anything else I tell you would be a little hard to believe.

[yousethimfree]

[Ruby is not answering this because she's avoiding everything. Feel free to spam.]

SPAM

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby isn't standing for that, Ruby. TALKING IS KEY. So she heads over to Ruby's room and knocks on the door.]

Ruby, open up.

SPAM

[yousethimfree]

[Ruby is lying in her bed. Not getting up.]

Go away.

SPAM

[thatlibbychick]

You know that's not going to happen, so we have two options. Either you let me in, or I let myself in. I'm pretty sure I can kick in a door if it comes to that.