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Intent On Camping

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Not your ordinary, average date, a country ramble, a stile a gate, and here's the pitch, “We won't go far, or stay up late.” Now he and she sitting silently, beside the flickering fire, innocently she believes, camping separately within tent, is where they will retire. But his fuse was lit when first they met, longingly he knows and yet, that's not what's on his mind, nor what he really meant, hoping she'll yield in the field, he's bent on camping with intent.

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