I’m not sure I’ve ever been more tired in my life and we aren’t even out of the woods yet.
“Molly,” Seth begins to say, again. “Please, let me carry you. I can feel how tired you are.”
“Absolutely not!” I tell him, yet again.
I hear him sigh in frustration. “Why won’t you let me help you?!”
“If you carry me I’ll fall asleep,” I tell him finally. “And then we’ll die out here because you’ll get lost without me.”
Seth stops walking and turns to me, and starts to laugh. “THAT’S what you're worried about?”
“Yes!” I tell him as I keep walking. I know we’re getting close to the edge of the woods, and I’ve never been more happy to end a hike. “I don’t understand why I’m so tired.”
“You just ripped up and threw a tree,” Seth tells me. “That may have something to do with it.”
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