Cora
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Cam regarded Roger with measured neutrality as she held onto the bag by the strap. "Now, Roger. You are already ripped." She stated factually. As she switched her grip on the straps to underhand, she sighed. "Besides, you know how bad it is being drunk after all..." She said, as she knelt and a second later she slipped her arm up and hefted the bags weight on her shouler and she pitched forward, launching the bag, and anything on it right over her shoulder to the tarmac infront of her.