we're packed to venture out into the woods to eat and sleep and make shelter. we'll come back pretty much the same. maybe a little dirty and hungry compared to how we left. who are we kidding, we'll probably just get drunk and tell stupid stories. the same thing millions of other people are doing in the comfort of bars or their homes. only we're outside, holding sticks and crossing our legs. someday we might not have an option.
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