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"Ariana, do you have a glue run allergy?" A asks.

"Yeah, I'm allergic to running glue. Of course not, And I don't have a GLUTEN allergy either!"

"Oh! That makes sense now." A says.

"What makes sense, the fact that I don't have a gluten allergy, and that's why I'm eating pasta?"

"I guess..." The A girl says. I'm convinced that she's stupid now. You have to explain what ONE thing is a million times before she understands, plus her brain makes no sense, and she's like fifteen, and can't remember her alphabet, and a lot of other things too. When I was TWO, I could sing my alphabet forward backwards and sideways, with no sweat. How hard is it to say celiac disease or gluten? I mean, come on!

When we leave our tables and head back to the cabin, the sky is already darkening. It's the same shade of blue that the sky was before I arrived at camp. The pine trees are simple silhouettes against the deep blue sky, and the diamond-like stars. The night sky is like a jewelry store, and the glittering diamond rings are always free, unless you name a star, and "own" it. That's cool. If I had a star, or several, then the biggest one would be Tiffany, and the stars around it would be & Co. So the night sky would REALLY be a jewelry store! I never knew I could see so many stars on Earth. Well, I have been in Las Vegas my whole life, and the city lights overpower the stars' glow. But up here in nature, I see all the stars, which really is only a small portion of all the stars in the entire universe; which really shocks me, because there are so many here!

I run into the porch steps and nearly fall on my face. I was so distracted by stars that I nearly disjointed my foot from my leg. Who knows, maybe I did. I check my numb foot, to find that it's still there, surprisingly. I walk up the stairs to the cabin, and open the door.

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