A Really Bad Paragraph
Every night at camp, when we were weary out from playing an enjoyable game, we would all collapse in a gigantic pile on the wooden floor of our cabin. We would just giggle until we fell down. It felt incredible!
Then, after we calm down we would be starving!
Our counselor would be furious that our cabin was the only cabin awake after midnight, but hopefully we could get her to relax and let us eat chips and sweets that we were not supposed to have eaten our camp till the last day.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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Posted by Adam Gelmon at 1:34 PM
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