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« on: February 29, 2008, 12:44:41 AM »
Tired and weary, coming back from the flu bug, I stuck in a DS tape for relaxation purposes and yes, maybe a laugh.
Jason is in the midst of bilking Liz out of everything she has - I don't know what particular episode # I had on, but he managed to get the key to "that room downstairs" from her to prove to Carolyn that there is nothing there. Well, aside from an eighteen-year-old lightbulb still in working condition (and I make no claim as to how Edison managed it), Jason comes across a suitcase full of clothes, and we're talking laundered, folded neatly clothes! Later, when Carolyn's curiosity about the room is finally satistified, I began to wonder that if I were her or Roger or anybody, wouldn't I question whose suitcase that was. Why was it packed and ready to go? Is this my father's suitcase? Whatever became of him?
Just food for thought, kiddies. Back to the couch, endless liquids, and my fifth box of Kleenex. Achoo!