If perchance, tomorrow, wishing to tease me for my manic obsession, you sidle up to my slyly, with a knowing grin and, in a smug voice with that undertone that you wouldn't be caught dead worshipping something such as this, ask "How was Lost, Anna?"
...well, depending on who you are you will either be punched, glared at, ignored, or all three (Not sure how it's possible but I'll manage it I'm sure).
There was no new Lost tonight, for an unspecified reason.
WHY MUST THEY DO THIS TO ME?
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