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[It's nearly two in the morning, in Camp Fuck You Die. Far past the time when wise campers are tucked in their beds, when counselors set their jobs aside, and when the wildlife begins to creep past camp's established boundaries in search of late night entertainment.
...but it's never too late for a midnight snack, right?
There are some delicious smells wafting from Canada, if you're awake to smell them. Someone has clearly been cooking, some of the scents are sweet, some savory, and some rather like a rich chai tea.
Turnbull is standing in the doorway of the Consulate in his footie pajamas, sipping from a large mug and smiling up at the sky.
Snacktime?]
...but it's never too late for a midnight snack, right?
There are some delicious smells wafting from Canada, if you're awake to smell them. Someone has clearly been cooking, some of the scents are sweet, some savory, and some rather like a rich chai tea.
Turnbull is standing in the doorway of the Consulate in his footie pajamas, sipping from a large mug and smiling up at the sky.
Snacktime?]