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... campfire after the teacher with the guitar finished playing, a weary silence falling over the clearing as Kofi held a half-eaten, charred marshmallow on a stick. Thea sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the dying embers with her own marshmallow completely forgotten, and across from them, Nina and Ruby were in a low, intense discussion about the structural integrity of their s’mores while Jake listened intently, nodding as if they were discussing important state matters.
’Well, this wasn’t ...
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