Camp 1985 Quotes

“The golf cart parked a few feet from them, and a man stepped out wearing a bucket hat—the string under his chin fastened tightly to his head. His mustache reminded Ander of a thick, furry caterpillar. The man held a clipboard under one arm, and a whistle attached to a skinny rope necklace hung low against his CAMP 1985 T-shirt tucked into khaki shorts. The man waved before extending a hand that Ander grasped. “Howdy! You must be Anderson Thorne.” Ander focused on the white cream spread over the man’s nose. “Just Ander.”
― Matthew R. Corr, Camp 1985