For the first time, Lucille began to feel genuinely confused as to her whereabouts. She wondered if perhaps she wasn't in the O.C. Kansas anymore.
"A few hundred years?" she asked, then scoffed, waving a hand. "Don't be ridiculous. The oldest thing in Los Angeles is Dick Clark, and even then, not all of him--" she tapped her face meaningfully-- "if you know what I mean."
Still, she looked a little uneasy. "What kind of place do you think this is, anyway?"
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Date: 2008-01-09 10:36 pm (UTC)the O.C.Kansas anymore."A few hundred years?" she asked, then scoffed, waving a hand. "Don't be ridiculous. The oldest thing in Los Angeles is Dick Clark, and even then, not all of him--" she tapped her face meaningfully-- "if you know what I mean."
Still, she looked a little uneasy. "What kind of place do you think this is, anyway?"