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Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon
Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?
He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.
[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]
He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.
[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]
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"Green is just what we have to wear to one of the parties. We're you're not gonna drink."
Of course, they weren't either, but Karla felt no need to mention that. Yet.
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Then she stopped. And glared. "Leda. If didn't think my head was still make of eggshells, I'd yell at you. What was that stuff?"
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"Any word from Dinah?" Karla was the textbook definition of casual.
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"Are you going to either of the parties tonight?"
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Stupid innate sense of fairness.
"Well, hmph anyway." But she smiled when she said it.
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