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A week past. It was the end of camp, and we were all going home. I pack up my things, and leave the cabin. I make my way through the narrow opening of the bus, again. I look back at the beauty of Lake Tahoe. The bus ride was the second longest one of my life. I just remember my time at camp. It was fun at first. I do have a story to tell. Well, let's see, I went to Lake Tahoe, went deep in the woods, I met a mysterious old lady, discovered a really old graveyard, my two friends, plus acquaintance, went missing and died, and I faced zombies. It was an interesting time. And it was fun. Not like losing your best friend is fun, but despite the deaths, I had a good time.

You know, not all stories have happy endings. I know this one does not, but not everyone's stories can be happy.

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