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AIM: shoot the tongues
LJ: unseparated 

Okay, playing house in the 50s? Not all it's cracked up to be, I have to admit.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not missing the zombies everywhere, but I do miss home... I think I need to find something to occupy myself here.

Okay, I don't know what is going on here. Don't get me wrong, it's great and all that I'm not having to kill zombies right and left...

[A pause as she takes a breath, trying to calm that knot twisting tighter in her stomach.]

But sweet Lincoln's mullet, I know for a fact I'm not married! A girl remembers these types of things! These aren't my clothes, things, or photos and this isn't my house.

So if you kind ladies and/or gentlemen don't mind, can I just have my old clothes and be sent back to where you took me from?