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Chapter 18: Yearbook Photo
Justin realized an instant too late that his mouth had fallen open. He hastily clamped it shut. "Give or take a few years," Zechariah added. "Are you...?" Justin said. A slow smile crept across Zechariah's face. The twinkle in his eye reminded Justin of the look his grandfather used to get when he was telling a tall tale. "Oh. I get it," said Justin. "Very funny. Mess with the new guy. I see." "What! You don't believe me?" Zechariah said, a look of feigned insult on his face. "Why, of all the-" "Right, sure," Justin said flatly. Zechariah chuckled. The rain was falling harder, and Justin, more than ready for bed now, got up and rummaged through the supplies. "Bad news," he said. "Looks like there's only one more sleeping mat." "You take it," Zechariah said. "I prefer to sleep sit
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