10:30 A.M., Monday morning. I tell the girls in my bunk that I'm not going to play Capture the Flag with them, that I'm declaring a "camper-only game" out of sheer laziness. They whine. I'm a sucker. I give in. About 2 minutes before the end of the period, I'm running away from a very fast 9-year-old boy and I slip and fall (unknowingly right
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