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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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[ofsugarandspite]

I feel amazingly cold. That's close enough.

[ofsugarandspite]

I'm not scared of your deft use of eyebrow pencil.

[boxbythebed]

Oh. Good.

[ofsugarandspite]

Been here long?

[boxbythebed]

Maybe a little too long. At least the view's nice.

[ofsugarandspite]

I don't mind it here. It, you know, doesn't have any of the conveniences of home but the escaping the consequences of my cruel high school existence can't be beat.

[boxbythebed]

High school's a cakewalk. Come on.

[ofsugarandspite]

Well, sure, anything's easy when you're at the top and I was queen of, you know, everything.

[boxbythebed]

So what happened?

[ofsugarandspite]

Secret.

[boxbythebed]

Aaaw, boo.