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[12stepstoohigh]

[In a clearing out behind the mess hall, there's a scruffy druggie and a dead girl building a pyre of tree branches and self-improvement pamphlets. Mason is scurrying around arranging the burnables, while George is sharpening twigs. This is likely because they have s'more fixings and hot dogs, waiting to be roasted and eaten. As you approach, Mason stands back proudly, twigs sticking out of his hair at funny angles.]

Can I light it, Georgie girl? Please please please?

((fall bonfire post!))