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Camp Breakfast

The bell chimes and the hoards come running. It's breakfast time at camp. The doors to the dining hall open and about sixty youths force their way inside. I watch from my station behind the long serving bench that separates them from me and my staff in the industrial-sized kitchen. They're all so young and… Continue reading Camp Breakfast

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Visitors at the campsite

Becky sat under the canopy of stars, holding a mug full of whiskey. The night air felt thick and constricting. She breathed in, deep into her lungs before kicking dirt over the fire. She walked to the tent, where Matt was snoring. Damn it. Knowing she'd be unable to drift off to sleep with Matt's… Continue reading Visitors at the campsite