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“i’ll have you know i’m actually branching out this year.” nora nodded as she sorted out old drama costumes on a table in the dining hall. “you think the little ones will get a kick out of doing shrek as part of the final showcase?” she let out a sigh at the sight of some of the older, more worn costumes. “last year some of the older kids really wanted to tackle some shakespearean monologues– i think after all the begging and pleading, i might just have to.” nora really didn’t plan on coming back this year, but somehow fate led her back here. she certainly wasn’t going to complain at the thought of seeing all her passionate campers and friends again. she was heartbroken at the thought of leaving without a goodbye.

















