diary-of-a-wimpy-kid-meldown-13

I saw something shiny sitting on a stump and I
picked it up. The thing was cold and metal, and
when I held it up to my face to take a closer
look, I knew EXACTLY what it was.
It was a BELT BUCKLE, and it belonged to
MECKLEY MINGO.
That meant me and Rowley were smack in the
middle of the Mingos’ CAMP.
People in my town have always wondered where the
Mingos live, and now me and Rowley had stumbled
into their HEADQUARTERS.
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