While Lu Ann hurts her pretty little head trying to grasp the concept of "fire," which apparently is so above her that she believes only a Professor could explain it (he's not that kind of Professor, Lu Ann), poor Ari is dying of smoke inhalation somewhere and absolutely none of his friends/neighbors seem to care. Happy Valentine's Day, Ari - er... I mean, Merry Christmas!
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In South Dakota or wherever Lu Ann is, all buildings are made from and filled with only nonflammable items.
I wonder what a steel mattress is like for sleeping... and whether stone tables and chairs are all they're cracked up to be!
I'm dying over Lu Ann needing the Professor to explain how a fire could've started in the building. Lu Ann, I miss you more than I thought!
Lu Ann is so very precious.
Lu Ann is all mixed up because Ruby took her down to Dallas for the holidays and stranded her when he got locked up for killing Oswald.
I'd be disoriented too.
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