[Attached document: sunscreen.avi; the camera's off somewhere in the distance and really, Zatanna could probably not be wearing any less, laying stomach down on the sand -- oh, look. And there's James Bond creepin' on screen, coming to apply it for her. She swats his hand when he lingers too long, which isn't much of a sign that she still isn't having sex with him, but... you know. It's there. This goes on for like, an obnoxiously long time (FEEL FREE TO WATCH ALL OF IT IN HOPES THAT THERE'S SOMETHING MORE TO IT, ARTHUR). And then she raises a hand and gestures toward the camera before it turns off.]
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there are you happy now
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enjoy it either way
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don't sound so depressed. we'll go somewhere sometime ok
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when i get back and you get back we're going to do something. not work-related. :)
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you can still carry me, if you want, though. ;)
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don't worry about the bill
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