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The morning sun filtered through the crooked trees, casting long, lazy shadows over our disaster of a camp. I'd call it rustic if I was being kind— but it's more like a construction site run by hyperactive toddlers than grown adults.
I mean, Tink was currently wrestling with his own boots, tied together in a bizarre knot only someone with too much free time could accomplish. Boulder, bless his rock-hard brain, was trying to "fix" a broken shovel by repeatedly smacking i ...
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