Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Wishing he had paid more attention to his scout master, Eric awkwardly but forcefully tied the knots as tightly as he could manage and hoped they would hold. The rough rope he had found lying about bit into the less callussed parts of his hands as he worked. He didn’t …
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