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mouthful of chips.
    “Whatever the day brings, Jacky,” replied Ben. “Oh, I know—we should go hunting.”
    “Nothing’s in season. Besides, you’ve never killed anything.”
    “Man… It was just an idea. You don’t have to freak out about it,” replied Ben. He tied a plastic grocery bag on the end of his hamburger stick and waved it over the flames, until it caught. “What about fishing then?”
    "You're burning that bag," said Jack. "I like mine rare."
    "You're just pissed because I thought of it first," said Ben. "First official garbage torch!" he exclaimed, waving the stick over his head. 
    The boys laughed.
    "Seriously," said Ben. "What about fishing?"
    “We’re not going to catch anything around here,” said Jack. “We could hike over to the old quarry. There’s no fish there, but it’s only a couple miles, and we can go swimming.”
    “I’ll go over there, but I don’t know about swimming. It’s probably still pretty cold,” said Ben. He smiled—“Maybe we should drop by Heather’s on the way.”
    “What’s with you and that girl?” asked Jack. “She’s barely hot, and she’s a total bitch.”
    “Whatever. Someday you’ll understand.”
    “Yeah. You know? That’s true,” said Jack as he looked up to night sky. “Eventually, I’ll grow up. But you know what? You’ll still be mostly retarded.”
    A piece of meat bounced off of Jack’s forehead. “Hey!” yelled Jack. “Don’t waste it.”
    Jack stood up and started collecting trash while he was still chewing on his last bite of hamburger. 
    The boys finished their dinner, cleaned up their site, and hoisted the cooler with the remaining food up into a tree. They built up the fire and stretched out as close as they could comfortably get. The night was damp and cool for June, and the warmth was welcome.
    At the edge of the neighborhood, the house was isolated enough that the boys had very little sound or light pollution to contend with. The woods at their back began to come alive with the sounds of the night. They were both accustomed to camping and paid no attention to the routine noises. They didn’t last long in the warmth of the fire before they began to fall asleep.
     
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    Jack awoke in the night and held himself perfectly still. He felt there was something right outside the tent and he didn’t want it to know he was awake. He remained clenched in fear for several minutes before he began to speculate as to why he had woken up. Still convinced that he was being scrutinized, he began to think about Gabe Vigue. He wondered how long a little kid could have survived alone in the woods. Was it possible that Gabe was outside his tent? Jack’s eyes were well adjusted to the dim moonlight filtering through the tent, and he could see that Ben was deep asleep.
    Jack slowly reached out with his foot until it hit Ben’s sleeping bag. He nudged Ben’s leg. No response. Jack pushed harder—right into Ben’s kneecap. Something brushed the front of the tent. Jack pulled back and gave Ben a swift kick.
    “Hey—what are you doing?” slurred Ben.
    “Shh,” said Jack in a barely audible whisper. “There’s something out there.”
    Ben sat up, rubbed his eyes, and then sat very still for several seconds. “Nothing,” Ben said as he flopped back down. Ben appeared to be back asleep within moments.
    Jack waited and waited. He could barely let himself breathe as he listened for any sound. Jack’s head was still, but his eyes darted around the tent, looking for any shadow. He began to feel eyes on his back. As noiselessly as he could muster, Jack turned his head around to see the wall of the tent behind him. As he guessed, there was the outline of a small person silhouetted on the side of the tent.
    Jack wanted to whisper to Ben, but he couldn’t seem to figure out how to make any sounds with his useless mouth. Finally the shape moved and brushed lightly on the side of the tent again. When he couldn’t follow the