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Juniper
“Next time, no teenagers on our camping trip,” Juniper said, dropping to her sleeping bag. She sat near the fire, enjoying the warmth.
“Like you enjoy camping so much,” Chloe muttered, currently huddled under a hoodie, a knit hat, gloves, and wrapped in a blanket.
“It’s a nice night.” The day had been unseasonably warm and she took advantage of a campground near the Canadian border crossing. After two days of driving, Juniper was glad to the fresh air and the silence. Nighttime temperatures would dip down, but it wasn’t dangerously cold.
They planned to cross into Canada in the morning. The whole premise of flashing her ID in a not-exactly-stolen SUV with a minor made her nervous. Tas would fly over the border before dawn and they’d meet on the other side. He assured her th
