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and so 4 intrepid gals set off, bold and glam and confident. they have spent some time glamming and some time bolding and now they set off boldly glam. it is a short lived glam in the humid aire, but they laugh off their sliding blushes and goopy contours. they know they need only be wary the cold. too much heat usually means nonsense and they can all deal with nonsense, but too much cold means something else, and then/than who knows? so they slam through underbrush and higherbrush and all the middlebrush until they are panting for a full breath and a long draught of water. but they are smart and have tracked themselves a river. and as they dip down to refresh themselves with gulps of clear, fresh, flowing waters, a cool breeze cools the cloy and clinging, hot beads of sweat from their smudgy, glammed brows, a flash of a hand flashes out from beneath the surface, grabbing one of the girls fully below the water. a beat. less then/than a moment. 3 intrepid gals dive beneath the surface of a freezing and rushing