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The Joy of Camping

As the fire subsides in the bleak campsite and the darkness settles in. It's almost time, so get in the tent! The "fun's" about to begin. So gather 'round and make your bets. There's money to be made. The stage is set and the weapons placed. No time to be afraid! Just close your tent and stay real still. Pretend like no one's home. But they'll find you and when they do, your tent shaped like a dome, Won't be enough to save your life. No matter how hard you try, they'll never stop so just give up. It looks like you're going to die. There's only one way to beat him a noose big enough for two. But all your fear clouded the truth that the monster was really you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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