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[From the general direction of the woods, Jennifer is walking back towards the main part of camp. She looks, in contrast to the last few weeks, fabulous; full hair, moving as if blown by an invisible wind machines, skin that's so healthy it's practically glowing, and a little ~*~twinkle~*~ in her eyes.]

God, I feel amazing. Who else here feels

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[suddenly nearby! lol.]

Kids these days and their hygiene. Oi.

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Can it, schlubby. I don't want you ruining my mood.

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Hey, I'm not here to harsh your mellow. I mean, Hot Topic chic is so you.

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I wear most things well.

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Sure you do. It's all very high fashion and doesn't read predator at all.

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Okay, seriously. What is your issue with me?

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Issue? I don't have one. I just think you're hilarious.

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Why?

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Why does a bear shit in the woods? Come on. You're a prom queen that eats people. That's like ten out of ten for comedy.

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Don't say it so loud.

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No one's gonna hear. Besides, just look. You just walked out of the woods covered in blood and no one blinked. The people in this place are almost impossibly dumb.

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Zombies are a pretty good excuse.

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I see you've got it all worked out.

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I got a lot of things worked out. Still not you, though.

[desserting]

Want a clue? I'm feeling kinda generous.

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Give it to me.