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“Don’t say it.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
Neil surveyed the situation, considering their options. Not that they had many. Mud squelched underfoot as Neil crouched to salvage what he could of their snacks; they were most likely Andrew’s priority. Andrew was still standing there in silence, taking it all in. Neil wasn’t going to say I told you so, he wasn’t cruel. But he definitely had mentioned to Andrew that their tent was ten years old and the metal poles responsible for holding the whole thing up were a bit rusty and maybe they should consider buying a new one. To which Andrew had responded, We are not buying a brand new tent when we only camp once a year, this one will be fine.
Bookmarked by EphemeralBreath
21 Aug 2023
