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fire flies

part 3

By Robbie BalePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
fire flies
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

3.

As the fire is roaring and the night is growing darker, we start to get the skewers out. I'm so ready to roast these marshmallows. I've been craving these smores all day. Molly tells the first campfire story. Well at least it was supposed to be scary. Me and Ty started clowning her so bad.

"OOOH! I'm so spooked."

"Yea Molly you shivered my timbers."

She dared us both to tell a scarier story than hers. And Tyrone really executed. His story lowkey had us kind of scared. Time to go to sleep. Those smores really put me into a food coma.

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