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it best not to risk accidentally killing a beautiful girl. (Or for that matter even an average- or below-average-looking girl.) (Or even a dog-ugly one.) (You really shouldn’t kill girls, period.)
    â€œSorry,” he said.
    â€œKind of jumpy, aren’t you?”
    â€œYou could have been a bear.”
    â€œOh, well, that’s flattering. I guess I forgot to shave my legs this morning.”
    â€œNo, I meant—”
    â€œThat I’m gigantic?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThat I give off a bearlike scent?”
    â€œNo.”
    She smiled. “I’m just messing with you. Though you do know that bears don’t use flashlights very often, right?”
    â€œYes, I know that.”
    â€œOh, good.” She walked over and crouched down next to the unlit campfire. “My name is Monica.”
    â€œI’m Henry.”
    â€œNice to meet you, Henry. So you’re part of that survival camp thing?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œIs it any good?”
    â€œNot really.”
    â€œThat’s too bad. I’d love to have done that. Not to brag or anything, but I’m a vicious fighter. My older brothers are terrified of me. Nice underwear by the way.”
    Henry flinched. He quickly decided that leaping back into the sleeping bag with a yelp would be more awkward than just being there in his underwear, so he stayed where he was. At least he was wearing boxer shorts that were not embarrassing in their style or their condition.
    She was wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt. Her hair was cut short. She had the body of a gymnast, which Henry thought was an excellent kind of body to have.
    â€œThank you,” he said. He tried to think of a clever follow-up comment (I sewed them myself. They’re bulletproof. I bought them with my own money. They used to glow in the dark.) but rejected all of his ideas. “Are you from the music camp?”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œI didn’t realize it was that close.”
    â€œIt’s about three miles away.”
    â€œYou walked three miles?”
    Monica shrugged. “I like to walk at night. I find it relaxing. Don’t you find it relaxing?”
    â€œYes,” said Henry, who most certainly did not find the idea of walking at night relaxing.
    â€œWhy are you out here alone? Do you snore?”
    â€œI gave attitude to the leader.” Henry hoped this made him sound dangerous.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œHe tried to make my friend do push-ups.”
    â€œNot in favor of push-ups?”
    â€œI’m okay with the concept of push-ups,” Henry told her, promising himself that this would be his final lie of the night. “But he was a jerk about it.”
    â€œDid you call him a jerk to his face?”
    Henry almost went back on his promise from two seconds ago, but he figured that the odds were pretty good that he’d do something cowardly before she left and give away the lie, so he might as well be honest. “Nah.”
    â€œI don’t blame you. It’s that guy in that one video, right? The Steroid Avenger?”
    â€œYeah, he’s a little intense. So I have to sleep out here tonight. It’s not that big of a deal.”
    It occurred to Henry that this was the longest continuous one-on-one conversation he’d ever had with a girl this beautiful. No, wait. There was his freshman-year lab partner, Charlene. So this was the longest continuous one-on-one conversation he’d ever had with a girl this beautiful that didn’t end with him accidentally spilling hydrochloric acid on her blouse.
    â€œDo you have to sleep out here every night or just tonight?”
    â€œHopefully just tonight.”
    â€œOh. Well, if you give him attitude again, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
    â€œYou’re leaving already?”
    Monica shrugged. “I don’t have to, I guess. I left my bunkmates a note not to freak out if they woke up and I was gone. Is it okay if I start the