The campsite was more of a transient community. It was a large lot filled with tents of every shape and size. At the centre of this nylon sea, stood a cinder-block building topped with brown metal cladding. Compared to the symphony of colours that surrounded it, this minimalist structure stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Showers,” Kaylee said.
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