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But I was late. Real late.
My car skidded to a halt cantered left in one of the dirt parking spots. Dozens of cars were already here and no one else was in the parking lot. I jerked the keys out of the ignition, kicked the door open and grabbed my pack. The staff meeting had started over an hour ago. I ran.
The mess hall was the center of daily camp life. At least three activities, breakfast, lunch and dinner happened here every day. Sometimes sing-a-longs or movies at night, weather depending. I ran around the backside and entered through the kitchen. The director was a real stickler for rules - don't be late to meetings, don't stay out after lights-out, don't be late from a weekend. Yadda, yadda, yadda - Jesus, that guy could babble on. A couple of big pots simmered on the huge stoves in the center of the room, but the staff was absent. I turned off the lights and pushed the swinging door open slowly.
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"Topeka, get your ass over here!"
Shit. Dan had seen me. Everyone turned around and looked in my direction.
"You're fucking late as usual, Topeka. Find a seat if you can manage it."
Everyone chuckled at that, recalling my difficulties with a prickly pear cactus meeting my backside last year. Fuck, what a start.
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