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[<<] for the two bigger girls in our group (hello Liliah, hello Florence!), who had their own mini, private dorm with hot and cold running insects in it.
And on the off-chance that any Scouts who were camping nearby are reading this, I'd like to say a very big sorry for all the late night singing that went on round the camp fire. Yes, that out-of-tune squawking was me and a bunch of my friends. (How totally tragic...)
Karen McCombie :c)
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Ahhh! How come nobody told ME about this?! I am a NON-non-Scout... thats basically a Scout and about a month ago, our class went to Windmill Hill for a week to go camping, yes, lazing about, stomping around on the concrete and completley dead grass and watching other kids abseil, my friends, as I wait for my turn! Luckily, there were no spiders there, but there's always plenty of GRASSHOPPERS when we go camping.. at least WE'VE got our own catcher too! So, bye! I CAN'T wait until your next book comes out! I'm left with nothing to read right now. ;o(
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