❝ WHY DON'T WE TRY AND MAKE
THIS SUMMER AS UNAWKWARD &
LEAST MISERABLE AS POSSIBLE? ❞
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༊*·˚ 🏕 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
in which billie slater seriously
hates her assigned cabin mate
and will do anything in order
to...
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🏕🖇₊˚ˑ༄ؘ─── 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆. nick goode, fear street
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CHAPTER TWENTY ❛ the fog thickens ❜
IF BILLIE THOUGHT FLICKERING LIGHTS AND A DEAD TELEPHONE was horror-movie like, then aimlessly wandering around the woods a night with your ex-boyfriend and two mediocre flashlights as salvation must have been an X-rated slasher film.
Since she was already numb to the cold, it meant Billie had to put up with Nick's complaining. He wasn't one for whining before this night, but Billie can tell you with absolute certainty that he is now. Billie's rather close to just giving herself to the murderer at this rate. Her arm ached from holding up her flashlight and she had never seen a forest seem so endless. On the bright side — something that is very hard to come by, considering the circumstances — they had managed to find various campers out in the woods and led them to safety, but when she thought about it, the more children they found, the larger the number of endangered campers seemed to get.
