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The sun beats down relentlessly on the dusty trail as I trudge through the dry underbrush. Sweat drips from my brow and soaks into the cotton fabric of my tank top. It's not just the heat that makes me uncomfortable - it's the weight of responsibility, too. As a ranger for this national park, it's up to me to ensure everyone who comes here has a safe and enjoyable experience. But sometimes I feel like that responsibility is suffocating me.
I glance down at my watch and see we're still a few miles away from camp. The group ahead of us - a bunch of college kids on their summer break, no doubt - looks like they're having the time of their lives. I try to muster up some enthusiasm for their antics, but it's hard when all I want to do is disappear into the woods and be alone.
As we round a bend in the path, I spot something unexpected: a pair of legs sticking out from behind a nearby bush. My heart skips a beat as I rush over to investigate - could this be the start of some kind of rescue mission? The legs belong to a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, judging by her age lines and tanned skin. She's dressed in nothing but a pair of tight shorts and a tank top that hugs her curves like they were made for her alone.
But wait - what's this? A second set of legs appears beside hers, just as quickly. My eyes widen
