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Hi Queenie - can I ask for some Diane...um again? 馃榿
She looked up when her door slammed open, but one look at the expression on Kaylee's face and she knew better than to start throwing questions out every which-a-way; people talked all the time about how it was Caleb who looked so much like Chris, Caleb who could be his twin if given a haircut and a khaki shirt, and still, for her money, she thought it was Kaylee who took after him most.
And boy, she'd known Chris long enough to know exactly what that expression meant on him - so she had a pretty good notion what it meant on her.
Diane waited until she heard the familiar thwump of a body hitting her sickbed and only moved then, peeking her head around the privacy screen to ask the gentlest question she could: "You good, Kay?"
She didn't see any blood, didn't see welts or hives or the line of a sunburn, but again, this wasn't her first time working the camp through the summer, and she knew the things that sent most of the campers and counselors running to her office with tears in their eyes rolled off the Hacketts' backs like water off a duck; the Hacketts, she knew, were survivalists in the truest form, born and bred to withstand anything - everything - and so the things that ailed them were usually much, much worse.
From the bed, Kaylee huffed, the very picture of agony with her arms crisscrossed over her face and her grass-stained shoes dangling over the edge. "How do you get a boy to like you?" she asked, the weight of the world in her voice, and yup, uh huh, got it in one - the Hacketts could bleed, and the Hacketts could burn, the Hacketts could itch, the Hacketts could freeze, but affection, well...that was a slightly different story, wasn't it.
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"Who the hell is into Civil War history anyway?"
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miss swift you are not a tortured poet you are a billionaire
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I can excuse organ harvesting, but I draw the line at sex slavery.
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Favorite character in a video game?
Dog Meat. I would die for him.
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