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"A story. Huh." Julie settles against the pillows again, her hand finally relaxing it's hold on her towel. She chews her lower lip, nose wrinkling a bit as she thought this over, trying to think things over. She had one from before the world went to shit. It's her favorite one to tell. No sad endings whatsoever. "When I was six, my parents and I went camping. It was my moms responsibility to pack the tent. She thought it was dads responsibility. So, it never got packed. We drove five ours to the campground, got checked in, started unpacking. And there were no tents at all. Not mine. Not my parents. Just our sleeping bags, our food. We remembered to pack dads acoustic guitar. No vacation was complete without it." She grins, reliving the fun. "But we had no tents. So mom asks for the directions to the nearest camping supply store. It was an hour away. It took us two hours to find it and by the time we did, they were closed. So we drove back and my mom goes 'That's alright. Who wants to sleep in a stupid, gross tent anyway?' Dad gets huffy, starts sniping back. I don't remember why I looked up, probably to roll my eyes or something. I was pissed and tired and just done with like..everything by that point. But, anyway. I look up, and I noticed shooting stars. So I head over to both of them, get them to look up and...everything went quiet for about a minute or so. When it was done, we just got our sleeping bags out of the car and slept under the stars. It was the coolest vacation I'd ever had." [ooc: i made that up, it's headcanon.]