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A Little Night NookieAlso, we had run into several thorny, spots, and nudism just didn't seem so much fun anymore. The light was a single bulb on a pole outside a big low-roofed frame building; behind it there was a shadowy outline of one or two more similar buildings Barely visible, we made out a sign. GIRL RANGERS, TROOP 69, CAMP JOLLY. "I told you there'd be laundry!" I whispered, pointing. Sure enough, a line held flapping garments, indistinguishable in the dark. Both of us advanced on the line, grabbing indiscriminately. "They're all midgets," Dottie whispered. "I couldn't get this blouse on, not in a million years." "I found a skirt that fits-nearly," I said. "Listen, don't you complain. You had boots on. My feet are KILLING me." "Oh, here's one," Dottie said, and began to get into the clothes she'd found, while I checked out for socks. I put on four pairs, one after another; they'd have to do instead of boots. It was pretty hard to see, but it was just as well we couldn't see each other too well, or we could have died laughing ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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