I walk in the cabin I was assigned. There’s going to be three other guys, too. It’s an all boys camp for the arts and poetry. I thought I was the only one in here at the moment, but I was wrong. There’s a guy on the top bunk of a bed, looking out the window at the trees. He’s pretty. I clear my throat do you mind if I take the bunk below you?
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