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The brunette's expectant grin crumbles as she sees George's face smiling up at her from the ground.

"Oh, so sorry, sweetie," you say in your most syrupy but sarcastic voice. "You are a loser. Have fun in the bushes. Thanks for your lack of cooperation. 'Predicate it," you taunt, grabbing a handful of your displayed ass cheek and shaking it at her.

"You know what, though, there's a couple of guys coming this way to spray the bushes", you say as you peek out to depart. "Maybe you can get them to spray yours", you laugh as you leave.