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Cricket Campfire; Wednesday Afternoon
It was hot. Far too hot to do anything productive, outside of making a blender's worth of strawberry margaritas. It was also far too hot for pants. It was cool enough, however, to hang out by the campfire pantless (but wearing boxers, much to his dismay) and with a blender's worth of margaritas. The fire wasn't lit, but it was a nice place to sit and attempt to get a tan on his pale Canadian legs.
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That was a lie.
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"Would you rather smell like cucumber melon or lavender?"
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Stacey Pilgrim should know better than to let Wallace rifle through her things.
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Wallace managed to get the top off the bottle and looked John over slowly. "So do you want to just lean forward, or lay down?"
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