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June 05, 2017 - 132 words
I have nothing for this prompt. Nothing. I don't have anything. So I'll write about my weekend. After returning from traveling I went up into the mountains with some friends and camped under the sky. I usually do that with different people and it's never disappointing. Except for last weekend because the mushrooms didn't work. Well, they worked. They made us all sick, which for me generally is just the initial handshake the shroomy spirits make to get acquainted with my consciousness, so I'm used to the nausea. But after that it just dropped off and those spirits departed the campground without so much as a goodbye. The five of us sat there around the fire, annoyed and sick but still appreciative of our company. It was still a pretty fun night.