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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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...your Majesty?

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Hey, cowboy.

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You work at a butcher shop no one told me about?

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Zombies.

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Then I think we got something in common.

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What? Being good at zombies?

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Feeling good after killing 'em. Because you're sparkling.

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Oh, that's just a monthly thing.

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...okay, you're backwards from every lady I've ever met.

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What? Do you generally find women discussing their period with you?

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Sometimes.

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Wanna hear about mine?

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...if we could be switching topics.

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Sissy.

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...

Well alright, then. Have at it, yours is obviously different.

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[pfffffft]

You're cute.