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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 20, 2007 19:18:21 GMT
He walks out of the tent and realizes it has started to rain slightly. He frowns. "Great.." he turns to Adam;
"I bet Lieutenant Ford tells us to go mud-wrestling today" he smirks
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Post by Jacky on Jan 20, 2007 19:36:09 GMT
"Ya think? I was hoping we could go and make sandcookies. Perfect soil for that here." I joke, as we walk to from the tent.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 20, 2007 19:39:16 GMT
He smirks and shoves him playfully on his arm.
"You're such a kid" he teases as they get back to their tent and Max takes his bag out from underneath his bed and put it on the bed
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Post by Jacky on Jan 20, 2007 20:03:31 GMT
I do the same with my own, and try to figure out again what to pack and what not. I select the stuff that I *must* bring (so says the army) on my matress, and add whatever I really *want* to bring. The music tapes and the cigarettes. The li'll pocket bible.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 20, 2007 20:49:02 GMT
He's re-packing his bag carefully
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Post by Jacky on Jan 20, 2007 21:10:37 GMT
When I finish it all fits in there. Miraculously. I lift it up to see how heavy it is.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 20, 2007 21:18:07 GMT
He put the last things in the bag and lifts it, tries how heavy it is and then nods.
"Should do"
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Post by Jacky on Jan 21, 2007 12:02:52 GMT
I tear open my last roll of oreo cookies and take two, before I chuck it over to Max.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 21, 2007 12:05:20 GMT
He looks down at the pack of Oreos that suddenly appeared on his bed and he smirks, takes it and looks at Adam.
"Too much of these could probably kill you" he takes one and munches and looks at the table of contents on the side of the package
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Post by Jacky on Jan 21, 2007 21:12:20 GMT
"Why do you think my folks send me down here? Oreo-cookie compulsive obsessive disorder, that's what I'm fighting."
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