there are interesting little stories, such as the time a bullet elvis fired came through the wall, barely missing her in a las vegas bathroom, and the time elvis almost drowned in his chicken noodle soup. left alone she cries out for a different life. it’s almost like a journey of growing up, considering that she learned the craft of murder from her father and loves nothing more than running around rooftops and these kinds of good stuff. our room looked like it had been recently updated. if i can click it, i should be able to cut, copy and paste it. 