It all began with a camping trip my dad and I took when I was a little girl. My mother had died giving birth to me so it was just my father and I alone. One summer, when I was nine, we went on a camping trip to bond even closer and just to relax and have a good vacation. Since we were alone on a campsite with no one around for miles it was just he and I, so we spent up the days usually fishing or playing cards. But one night, my father went to take a dip in...
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