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Immediately after the party. Kinda short. Very funny. Love reviews. Can't think of any more two-word sentences.
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Rory was a liar. A very big liar. A big-fat-laughing-hysterically-even-after-loudly-saying-'shut-up'-liar.
It was not better than last year. It was worse. Way worse.
Lorelai had unwrapped their present as soon as she got back in the truck.
It was a weasel. A stupid, ceramic weasel. With a creepy-looking smile and tiny ears and...stupid...weasel feet....
Lorelai was ripped from her thoughts by the sound of Luke in a fit of hysterical laughter. She glared at him. "This is funny to you?"
"That thing is the pet Babette's gnomes didn't even want."
"It was adressed to you, too, you know."
Luke was still laughing as he stuck the key in the ignition. He put on the sarcastic, squeaky voice he usually reserved for impersonating Taylor. "Oh, goody! I always liked Stuart Little. My life is now complete."
"What the hell am I supposed to do with a ceramic rodent? What, is it like, a paperweight? A door stop? Do you tie it to your relatives when you throw them in the lake, 'cause I've got candidates in mind...."
Luke chimed in with the squeaky voice again, this time speaking as the weasel. "Don't say that mommy, I wuv you."
"Shut up!"
He dropped the voice, but the laughing continued, and would for the rest of the ride home. "Never has going to your mother's house been this worth it. We should do this every holiday. Maybe at Easter you'll get a bunny---then the weasel's got somebody to play with."
"Luke...."
"I wonder which woodland creature goes with Hannukah...."