Plus, I forgot to mention that the next day I went to lift the corner of my tent to see if little mr terror maker was still under the tent and that is when and how I broke the tent pole. Very tragic all around. I then spent some time fixing the tent pole, or patching it as best I could, and that little creature of nightmares calmly and comfortably stayed nestled in underneath the suddenly broken tent. Did I mention that I hate him?
Plus, I forgot to mention that the next day I went to lift the corner of my tent to see if little mr terror maker was still under the tent and that is when and how I broke the tent pole. Very tragic all around. I then spent some time fixing the tent pole, or patching it as best I could, and that little creature of nightmares calmly and comfortably stayed nestled in underneath the suddenly broken tent. Did I mention that I hate him?
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