Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.
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“Alright, you too.”
Carlos smiled at him. He pat the kid’s shoulder and stepped
away, though he didn’t turn around yet until he watched Max get into the tent.Max turned into the tent before nearly collapsing on his bed and hugging Mr. Honeynuts tightly, dosing off.
Carlos went back to the lake to continue his work, all the
while thinking about Max. He prayed that the kid would be okay. He hoped the
poor kid wouldn’t be too stressed out tomorrow. He prayed that he would feel
better.
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