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"This is perfect," Brianna insisted as she and Rollo cruised the aisles of the Big Apple Supermarket. "There's no better way to get to know someone than during a campout. Ghost stories, singalongs, capture the flag, bug juice…" She sighed happily. "Some of my best memories are from camp."
"This isn't third grade," Rollo grumbled. "And it's November. Are you sure Merry's into camping? She doesn't seem like the type." He tossed a jumbo box of Triscuits into the shopping cart.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"She's so plugged in. Computer, phone. Always thinking and working."
"That's why this is perfect. She won't have all those distractions. She can focus on big, strong, beautiful Rollo Wareham." Brianna's bright grin warmed his heart—it would probably warm a dead man's heart.
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