"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Death Camp for Cuties.
It was the friendships she'd remember most about Camp Winnetonka. The laughter around the campfire, her first kiss, semi-automatic rifle training. The saddest part was always how few of those friends survived.
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