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It was on the second night, as we sat around the rebuilt fire (my mom rebuilt it; Max was banned from touching wood), that something shifted. Max was quiet for once. He stared into the flames, his singed eyebrows finally growing back, and said, “I don’t know why I do this.”
My mom looked at me. I looked at the sky. The fish finder beeped on. Camp With Mom And My Annoying Friend Who Wants ...
“I was optimizing its gill function,” he muttered. It was on the second night, as we
