I would sell my kidney, and part of my liver, for her. I would write bad poetry on my fledging, failing comic that SHE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW ABOUT, for her. If this was a NCIS, I'd try and kill the President for her… don't worry, Abby would find a trace some'in some'in, and then Gibbs would talk me down while Zeba, I know I'm spelling it wrong, and Tony saved her. Yay, happy ending.

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Sorry, that's how my mind's been working lately.
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Anyway, I think you ge tthe point.

I need to sleep up. Wish me luck, because there's a good chance I won't get lucky, don't ask, but I'll need it to make it an awesome day!