by CindyET

"'What's this?' she asked, accepting it only to find two words written in black Sharpie across the tab. Two words she had long dreaded seeing. '"Elvis lives", Mulder? Lives where? In your eternally youthful imagination?'

'I like to think that a little bit of Elvis lives in all of us, Scully. But the current pretender to the throne lives just outside Memphis, Tennessee.'"

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