[It's another nice summer evening in your favorite cozy home away from home and mine, Camp Fuck U Die! The stars are starting to come out, the cows are going to bed, and it smells like there are fresh cinnamon rolls in the mess hall
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This is the second time they have been presented to the encampment, it seems. There is no purpose that I am able to discern--I have never been hard-pressed to prove that I am trapped here.
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