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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 251

He didn’t dare shake my mom's hand and instead put it in his pocket. I wondered why such a fancily dressed man would be at a kids sleep away camp, he wore an oversized dress jacket and even had a pocket square. Maybe he had just dressed up for the welcome portion.

“Now miss, we’ve got to situate you in your cabin. It's down that way towards the lake," he spoke. Amongst the fog I could see a small wooden structure way out in the distance, covered under coils of poison ivy. I looked him in the eyes and nodded, I guess I don't have a choice.

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