As the storm neared, Todd checked the tent stakes he had pounded through the wooden floor. It was easier than fixing the roof.
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after the storm
hail-repair tents
blossom
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“And what is the worst sin?” the revivalist shouted. A voice replied, “You foolin’ around with my sister behind this here tent!”
Fiction: On the Old Campground
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I never should have suggested a camping vacation. I’m to blame for everything,” Nathan said.
“Even though that’s true,” Emily said, “you don’t need to play the martyr.”
“Just taking all the credit that’s rightfully mine. I thought this would be fun, like the camping trips my family used to take when I was a kid.”
“You’ve told me about them, endlessly, and if I have to hear one more time about how your mother was the key to making them so wonderful, I will never speak to either of you again.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Try me.”