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fandomhighdorms2008-08-13 09:10 pm
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Main Campfire, Wednesday Night
Dawn so didn't feel like herself. She'd had a bowl of cereal--rice krispies, for those who were being nosy--with milk and bananas for breakfast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry) with chips on the side, sigh with milk and an apple for lunch, and chicken fried rice from Ching Tai for dinner.
God, she was bored. Still, a deal was a deal. To that end, she had a jar of chocolate syrup and was prepared to upend it over her head.
John was a dead man if she got mosquito-bitten.
And down the chocolate went on her hair. God, it felt smooshy.
God, she was bored. Still, a deal was a deal. To that end, she had a jar of chocolate syrup and was prepared to upend it over her head.
John was a dead man if she got mosquito-bitten.
And down the chocolate went on her hair. God, it felt smooshy.