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December 24, 2007
There was a sniffling sound coming from poor Craig, only slightly heard between our bursts of laughter. Mr. Eaton quickly came out of his tent and over to where we were to inspect the situation. After a brief explanation, he just shook his head in amazement and did his best to quash a smile of his own. “Don’t let it get to you, Craig,” he said, patting the young man’s back. “Another two years and that BB might’ve actually hit something important.” He turned to Stephen and grabbed the BB gun. “Next time this goes off, I’ll be the one aiming it.”