“Oh no, you are not pawning off Mr. New on me. Especially without even giving me a name. No way, Kins. I have enough shit to do without holding the hand of some eighteen-year-old who’s never seen a summer camp before.” My words grow more and more desperate with every stride she takes, and I can feel the weed swirling through my veins as it hits me with too much force, knocking away most of my arguments for why I don’t want to do this.
