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[meirwen_1988]

When, after two martini's, while consuming decent shrimp etoufee, you find yourself looking at an episode of Bones, watching a cool sexual tension scene between Hodgins and Angela, and thinking, "Oh, nicely done! Clearly established physical proximity in the bodies, while keeping enough physical distance between the physiognomies to establish comfortable audience distance while establishing character ambivalence toward real intimacy," it really becomes apparent that the viewer is in desperate need of a state of affairs no more complicated than " Fire bad. Tree pretty."

Oh, yes. Spring break. You come not a moment too soon.