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“Where and what time?”“Mind your own business,” Cam told him. “Stop eavesdropping. She said ‘sweet rolls’. You only heard ‘sex show’ because that’s where your head is all the time.”“No shit!” Thea laughed. “He’s a maniac.”“That’s why he had a hard time getting a date in high school,” Cam said.We were all still neck deep, mostly, in the water. Grant and Cam went on a while, bantering. Thea caught my eye and nodded toward the middle of the river. When she turned and swam away. Cam’s eyes watched, and he called, “Was it something we said?” As I followed Thea, I turned back and threw him a kiss.“Just girl talk,” I laughed. We went all the way to the opposite side of the river. It wasn’t far, and there were flat warm rocks to sit on. “What?” I asked Thea once we were sitting out of the water. She glanced back at them and then at me.“This is fun, Sam,” she began. Then, belying her words, she started to cry. I put my arms around her and she tucked her face into my neck. I made quiet.

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