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[boxbythebed]

[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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[moondropkick]

[hot girls covered in blood? you mean that isn't normal?]

I wouldn't say amazing, at the moment, but I'm glad someone is.

[boxbythebed]

You don't feel amazing? But you've got grade-A sweater udders.

[moondropkick]

As true as that may be, I guess I've just been sort of bored recently.

[boxbythebed]

If I had those, I'd probably stay inside all day playing with them.

[moondropkick]

Believe it or not, even that can get old after so many years.

[boxbythebed]

I don't get tired of mine.

[moondropkick]

I suppose all girls are different that way.

[boxbythebed]

I guess.

[moondropkick]

It would be so uninteresting if we were all the same.

[boxbythebed]

I get that. I like being special.

[moondropkick]

Everyone likes having that edge of mystery.

[boxbythebed]

What's so mysterious about you?

[moondropkick]

If I told that would be giving it away.

[boxbythebed]

I don't think I'm your traget audience.

[moondropkick]

But it's not very nice to discriminate, now, is it.

[boxbythebed]

Is that some sort of gay thing you're hinting at?