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The last day of camp is a total bummer.
When I get back home, I'm staring at my own apartment door for a moment before I remember that the dogs are at Bits' place. More importantly, Bits is at Bits' place. I spent so long dealing with things on my own, but I don't have to do that anymore. I don't have to hide what I'm feeling, not from him.
So I turn around on knock on his door, and wow, even my knock sounds miserable.
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