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I’d gone camping in a friend’s RV one time as a teen. The cabin shower reminded me of using the RV shower. The water sprinkled out, barely penetrating my thick hair. On top of that, there was no conditioner, which meant my hair would be a tangled mess for the foreseeable future. The one main difference between the RV and the cabin showers was the water temperature. I’d never in my life showered under such ice-cold water. It inspired a new level of efficiency in my routine. Despite those drawbacks, I felt enormously better after cleaning off two days of grime since I hadn’t bathed after we arrived at the cabin the night before. By the time Tamir finished and joined me inside, the clear sky had melted into dusk. He handed over two venison steaks, which we put in the tiny oven, and I began to
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