So… you think your camp staff is the baddest in the business?
You’ve wrangled wild children. You’ve hiked a hundred miles in Crocs. You’ve built fires in sideways rain while pretending to love gorp. You’ve heard the same knock-knock joke 83 times this week—and laughed every. Single. Time. You’ve nearly earned your place in Camp-lhalla—the sacred hall of fallen camp warriors, lost in the craft shed and remembered in glitter. But before you sail off to your end-of-summer glory, there’s one final trial…
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