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Hundred + 16

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

The tent was a small one, it was close to being brown, shaped like a cube, and had a lone zipper right in the middle that serves as an entrance. It was placed in the middle of the other tents. However, I could tell that Mertha made it so we still had some sort of privacy. Unlike the other tents who were close to their neighboring tents, our tent had a few feet away from the other tents.

Yohan was quiet next to me, already I could tell he was thinking about what might happen to me once we do get inside. The tent was small. Sure, there would still be enough space that we could sleep and still have a safe distance between us. Except, I feel like this is the only tim

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