“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”
“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”
“Cola mostly,” Max replied, “the off brand shit that’s cheap and not a big deal if lost.” He hesitated a moment and raised an eyebrow. “How come you haven’t had soda in so long? Your new house not believe in it or something?”
“Oh, no,” Angie replied, smiling. “I just have to compete
with my siblings, and usually it’s the Sprite and stuff that’s left behind. And Papi’s house has strict city rules so
sometimes I can’t drink what I want there.” She started thinking that she could ask her mom for some money to pay Gwen back later. She was sure the Camp Counselor would appreciate that.
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