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Crocodile Pit campfire, Sunday night
Snow had lived in a castle most of her life. Just not an inflatable one. She was worried about puncturing the strange material it was made out of, so she was very careful about not bringing anything sharp inside as she claimed a corner as her own.
Fortunately, she did know how to light a fire. It wasn't cold out, but the light it provided was nice, and she felt more comfortable sitting outside rather than inside, not just because of the weirdness of the bouncy castle, but just because she could be outside.
She idly poked at the small fire with a stick, then leaned back to look up at the stars.
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Fortunately, she did know how to light a fire. It wasn't cold out, but the light it provided was nice, and she felt more comfortable sitting outside rather than inside, not just because of the weirdness of the bouncy castle, but just because she could be outside.
She idly poked at the small fire with a stick, then leaned back to look up at the stars.
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And yes, he wasn't that hard to look at. She wasn't blind.
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