![]() ![]() You put a heart above the i in your name, like you did all through middle school. Instead I got messy handwriting and a jelly stain:Ĭamp is fun. I’d wanted to hear all about your new friends, about the new songs you’d been learning, and who snored at night. It didn’t even have a picture of your camp on it, either, just a random picture of a sunset, with MAINE in big pink letters on the front. You only sent one dinky card that whole time, though. I was seven then, and I remember going to the mailbox every single day to see if you’d sent me a postcard. Even church sleepover camp when you were in middle school. A drama club field trip for three nights last spring. (Okay, twenty-three and a half.) It feels longer, though. It’s been twenty-four hours since you left. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy. Copyright infringement is against the law. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. To receive special offers, bonus content,Īnd info on new releases and other great reads,įor email updates on the author, click here. ![]()
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