Requiem of Sunshine and Rainbows

[hemoerotica]

[It was a bright and sunny day; the fluffy, white, ominous clouds drifted slowly across the sky--except at occasional intervals, when their shadows were seen to hasten slightly over the cabins thanks to a refreshing and malevolent breeze (for it is in Camp Fuck You Die that our post lies), rustling the corn, and gently ruffling the feathers of

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[ofhisword]

. . .

[ofhisword]

No.

[dopplegangs]

It's a mountain of colorful candy.

[ofhisword]

. . .

[dopplegangs]

But it doesn't really exist.

[ofhisword]

Of course not.

[dopplegangs]

I think there's a song about it.

[ofhisword]

[stares at her blankly.]

[dopplegangs]

Elijah, you need to get with the times.

[ofhisword]

I have better things to do than spend hours at a time rotting my brain out on the internet.

[dopplegangs]

So what do you do?

[ofhisword]

I read. Research. You're well aware of what I do, Elena.

[dopplegangs]

You can't do that all the time.

[ofhisword]

I also mingle.

[dopplegangs]

Right, Hanna's your friend. I almost forgot.

[ofhisword]

[. . . ignoring that.]

I speak with others that are here frequently. The different perspectives can be rather intriguing.