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Chapter Thirty-Eight: That Couldn't Be Right
Elijah I didn’t know what to make of it. Brendan looked like he had just woken up from a bad trip, and Jeremy was visibly trembling as he reached down and pulled up his zipper like it was an afterthought. “I swear to god, man, I was taking a piss, and the next thing I know, I’m here.” Jeremy babbled. “Me too!” Brendan seconded. “Well, not taking a pee, but I climbed out of the van, and then…s.hit.” His eyes bugged out a bit and he looked a little green. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” “Okay, deep breaths,” I said, turning to Mayah and Anthony. “Did you see what happened?” “I was in the crapper,” Anthony said, “and then Mayah and I were just hanging around by the camper waiting for Jay to come back so we could go back in.” Mayah gave a quick, tense nod that confirmed what Anthony was sa
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