Kirstie Goes to Camp
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The air inside the small, dome-shaped tent hung thick and heavy, a humid blanket pressed down by the late summer night. Outside, the chirping symphony of crickets and the rustle of leaves in a faint, infrequent breeze were the only sounds, a stark contrast to the electric tension coiling between the two women within. Kirstie, blonde hair already damp at her temples, felt the warmth as an almost physical presence, clinging...