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[boxbythebed]

[IN A CAMP CLEARING:

There is a bonfire going! And a girl dragging in bits of rotting wood from surrounding dilapitated farm houses to toss into the flames.]

Wooo! It's my m'afucking B-Day!

(( Out for the night ))

Comments

[hardlyboy]

Ah-- Jennifer-san, please, that isn't safe.

[hardlyboy]

Then, I hope you'll forgive me if I continue to care about you and your well-being, albeit in a rather poor manner.

[boxbythebed]

We're not friends anymore. What's the point?

[hardlyboy]

Simply that I still value your presence.

[boxbythebed]

What presence? We haven't bothered to see each other in forever.

[hardlyboy]

...

[stares into the fire]

It is difficult to describe.

[boxbythebed]

Then don't bother.

[hardlyboy]

... as you wish. Do you object to my remaining here for a while longer?

[boxbythebed]

...

I guess not.

[hardlyboy]

Thank you.

[boxbythebed]

Whatever, ditcher.

[hardlyboy]

As to that...

[boxbythebed]

...It doesn't matter, okay?

[hardlyboy]

... I might-- contest that, but I won't turn it into an issue we can both do without.

[boxbythebed]

All that stuff we fought about was stupid.

[hardlyboy]

...

I agree.