Week Four of Summer Camp Tuesday—Day 1 of the 13 Days
“In the pitch darkness, no one could see the brawny figure drag the now lifeless and bloody bag through the brush. But they could hear him; his grunts and groans echoing through the black woods, the ssshhh sound of the gunny sack dragging along the ground, and the clapping of his machete case as it slapped rhythmically against his leg.”
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