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The next morning is sunny,
And the forecast mentions nothing about storms.
Thank god.
Ella's dad soon puts both of us to work,
Setting up the tent,
Chopping firewood,
Gathering sleeping bags from a room full of way too many spiders.
Ella helps me set up the tent so if it rains, we'll be okay
And she helps me chop wood
Without chopping off my foot.
By noon, we're ready.

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