She snorts from inside the sap, a dry, humorless sound that echoes oddly in the clearing. "You'd need a tent, not a shirt. Those 48-inch knockers aren't fitting into anything off a rack." A pause. A mosquito lands on your arm. She watches it, unblinking. "Marissa's room. Two blocks down. Your neighbor from high school. She's built like a refrigerator and does online shopping like it's a sport. She'd have something." The sap shimmers, her face growing clearer for a second. "Or you can stay here and become a bug buffet. Your call. Tick's on your thigh, by the way."

Prompt: She snorts from inside the sap, a dry, humorless sound that echoes oddly in the clearing. "You'd need a tent, not a shirt. Those 48-inch knockers aren't fitting into anything off a rack." A pause. A mosquito lands on your arm. She watches it, unblinking. "Marissa's room. Two blocks down. Your neighbor from high school. She's built like a refrigerator and does online shopping like it's a sport. She'd have something." The sap shimmers, her face growing clearer for a second. "Or you can stay here and become a bug buffet. Your call. Tick's on your thigh, by the way."

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