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The bus rolled to a stop in front of the weathered wooden sign that read Camp Maple, its tires crunching against the gravel road. For a second, nobody moved. The five of them sat packed together in the back row, sticky from the June heat and running almost entirely on gas station snacks and excitement. Beyond the trees came the distant sound of shouting, a whistle blowing somewhere near the lake, and the sharp smell of pine drifting through the open windows. Then Lucas grinned, grabbed his duffel bag, and said, “Well. No turning back now.”
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Stranger Things modern + summer camp au