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She turns and looks at the sky, so he will not see the smile that crosses her face at the comment. She gets her laughter under control, and turns back, flipping her long blonde hair out of her face and gestures to the nearest restaurant. "Why not? I could use a greasy truck-stop burger and fries. When my uncle was stationed in Germany, I would've killed for a meal like that." She laughs, and picks up her backpacks and waits for him to lead the way.
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