She's back.

Sweet Jesus, she just walked out of the woods, in front of the bonfire. We all saw it.

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Her hair wasn't even messed up. Her clothes weren't wrinkled. Nothing! Not a mark on her.

She looked at each of us, and I thought she was going to burst into tears.

The whole forest was absolutely quiet when she spoke.

"Oh my god, you guys. We are so fucked."

—L.M.