When I was in sixth grade Mom asked me what I wanted to do for the summer. “Camp is good, you’ll make friends.” She said it like an adopted kid wouldn’t get confused. You got me almost yesterday. Mom and Dad were getting a divorce and didn’t want me around while they decided. Maybe I…

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