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It happened again.

 

Just when my footing started grounding, it was all shaken up.

 

The funny thing about camping trips is that you have to come back.

One minute you’re sitting around the campfire where nothing else matters in the world and the next you are back in your apartment trying to find the meaning of life.

 

It’s a trip and a half, and maybe I don’t want to come back.

 

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