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Theodore Roosevelt Campfire: Monday morningish
There was a huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1, because with a day free of classes, Francine had figured she might as well schlep her things over at a leisurely pace.
You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers.
Or Francine, because she was out by the campfire trying to get it started. Putting away her huge pile of stuff could wait. There were s'mores to begobbled made.
[OOC: Oooooooopen!]
You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers.
Or Francine, because she was out by the campfire trying to get it started. Putting away her huge pile of stuff could wait. There were s'mores to be
[OOC: Oooooooopen!]
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A beat.
"And he's an excellent kisser, huh?"
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If you liked Mohawks.
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Because she was a little nosy that way.
"Maybe it's an opposites attracting thing?" she offered.
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It was said friendly enough, but a bit dubiously.
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Mission accomplished, Claud.
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Thank goodness.
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The little gremlins running up the sleeves probably gave that away, yeah.