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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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A gossipy bitch like Wallace kept close tabs on radio.
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Mmm. Glasses.
"And there's the fact that we dress completely differently." And sometimes Wallace wasn't dressed at all.
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Wallace had been about to say retarded, but he wasn't Kim. He was capable of being PC sometimes.
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But if he did get that rich, oh, he'd become such a tool.
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"I just like how I don't have to explain anything," Wallace said. "Exposition is so annoying sometimes."
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Ahem.
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