It's 8:30 in the morning at the campsite after you went to bed 2 and a half hours ago. You smell like crap, feel like crap, and only God and everyone else around you knows what a piece of crap you look like. You sigh heavily as you sit down in a lawn chair next to a 10 year old named Abby whom you've known since her birth. You both start talking
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