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“J.D.?” She knew him from school. What he was doing on the back roads of Camp Caprice ( coincidentally her summer job ), God only knew. She was actually surprised someone had managed to find the old, barren tails behind  the camp. “Takin’ a walk, huh...?” The only reason why Kat bothered coming  out to these trails was to SMOKE. She pulled a rolled joint from behind her  ear and offered it towards her acquaintance. “Want a toke??”

A newspaper landed on the table before Jason; the issue's top story unmistakably outlined in bold print. "Say, son. You wouldn’t know anything about a couple of  missing HANDGUNS, would you?”

“I.... don’t WANT TO”

It was times like these that she CHERISHED MOST. The times when all that mattered was the play at hand. No fighting- just happiness.

“A deal, is a DEAL!” Heather speaks through GRITTED TEETH, an outstretched palm WAITING for the promised goods. A false smile wavers on the girl’s lips- this could the be end of her should JD not hold up his side of the BARGAIN.

❝ I brought the marshmallows. We can make s’mores ❞