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[fu_noobspeaker]

Well gosh, campers and counselors! It sure is blowin' up a storm tonight, isn't it? Not an actual storm, 'course, but it sure is somethin'! I'd suggest headin' on indoors before you blow yourself away like Dorothy and Toto, 'cause no one out there wants to be that poor girl from the East!

[TODAY IN CAMP - boy howdy is it windy. It's your typical

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[brokenclover]

[is curled up in one of the bigger leather chairs in a quiet corner of the library with a book, her face partially obscured by her hair which is in fantastic disarray as she dozes lightly]

[ateyourbaby]

[climbing into dat lap]

[brokenclover]

[blinks a bit sleepily at the sudden pile of dingo sitting on her]

. . . Niche?

[ateyourbaby]

Hi.

[brokenclover]

. . . Hey.

[ateyourbaby]

It's windy outside!

[brokenclover]

I know. It's very strong.

[ateyourbaby]

Really windy!

[brokenclover]

Mm.

[smooths out her hair]

[ateyourbaby]

[...helps]

[brokenclover]

Thank you.

[ateyourbaby]

It's curly!

[brokenclover]

It is.

[pulls a strand out until it's straight, then lets it go and it bounces right back into a curl]

[ateyourbaby]

[curls her hair too]

[brokenclover]

What do you think?

[ateyourbaby]

Feels weird!