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[Friday night in camp's "laundromat"! ... is on par with just about any other time in camp's laundromat. The machines grind and groan loudly, occasionally snapping at a stray hand as it reaches over to put in or take out clothes. Tonight, they're even more frisky than ever, growling at anyone or anything that passes and spitting back coins at

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[deflecting coins back at the machine. somehow, it does not seem to appreciate the return fire.]

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- nice.

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It is nothing much.

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Modest as always.

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It is true.

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Did you need to use them, or ...?

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That had been the plan.

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That might require a bit more energy than usual this evening. They're rather-

[ducks as a quarter flies by!]

- testy.

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[eyeballing the coin slot] To say the least.

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Nothing you can't handle.

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Perhaps.

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Perhaps?

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I would prefer not to overestimate myself.

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They're coins.

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This may not be the worst these machines are capable of.

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...

They're washing machines.